THE LIFE OF
ISABELLA BIRD
(MRS. BISHOP)
THE LIFE OF
ISABELLA BIRD
(MRS. BISHOP)
BY ANNA M. STODDART
AUTHOR OF "THE LIFE OF
PROFESSOR;, s. BLACKIE"
LONDON
JOHN MURRAY, ALBEMARLE STREET, W
1906
PRINTED BY
HAZELL, WATSON AND VINEY, LD.,
LONDON AND AYLESBURY.
PREFACE
FOUR Englishwomen have, during the last thirty years,
established for themselves a well-grounded fame as
travellers — Mrs. Bishop, Miss North, Miss Kingsley,
and Miss Gordon Gumming. Lady Baker and Lady
Burton were as brave and as resourceful as any
of the four ; but it must be remembered that each of
them was protected by the presence of her husband
against the most powerful of terrorising influences,
namely, the solitude which magnifies peril and
weakens resistance.
Each of these four ladies has her own special
characteristic, literary and artistic ; each in her own
way has shown what English ladies can do, and
with pen and pencil has aroused the interest and
admiration of the reading public. Two generations
of readers have been strongly attracted by Mrs. Bishop's
books of travel, and her capacity for accurate observa-
tion, her retentive memory, and her power of vivid
portrayal, have enabled multitudes to share her
experiences and adventures in those lands beyond the
pale which drew her ever with magnetic force.
To this widespread circle, which learnt to admire
her resourceful self-reliance, is due some account of
the circumstances which moulded her character, and
of the work which she accomplished for her fellows.
vi PREFACE
As a traveller Mrs. Bishop's outstanding merit is,
that she nearly always conquered her territories
alone; that she faced the wilderness almost single-
handed ; that she observed and recorded without
companionship. She suffered no toil to impede her,
no study to repel her. She triumphed over her
own limitations of health and strength as over the
dangers of the road. Nor did she ever lose, in
numberless rough vicissitudes, in intercourse with
untutored peoples, or in the strenuous dominance
which she was repeatedly compelled to exercise, her
womanly graces of tranquil manner, gentle voice,
reasonable persuasiveness. Wherever she found her
servants — whether coolies, mule-drivers, soldiers, or
personal attendants — she • secured their devotion.
The exceptions were very rare, and prove the rule.
Wherever she went, she gave freely the skilled
help with which her training had furnished her, and
her journeys were as much opportunities for healing,
nursing, and teaching, as for incident and adventure.
She longed to serve every human being with whom
she came in contact.
I have sought to present her as I knew her. She
so kept the balance of her gifts that it is difficult
to indicate one quality as more characteristic than
another. A woman of deep religious conviction and
practice, she felt that true religion was the direct
outcome of the working of the Spirit, and not de-
pendent on the influence of this or that church or
chapel. She ardently desired the spread of the king-
dom of Christ Jesus in the world, but was not herself
concerned to advocate any special rites or dogmas.
She loved humanity, and eagerly welcomed and in-
vestigated all evidences of its wonderful and splendid
possibilities, and she was inimical to any systems
PREFACE vii
which restricted the free entrance and expansion of the
Eternal Spirit of Life.
In writing Mrs. Bishop's biography, I have been
greatly indebted for information to her relatives and
friends. Among the former I should like especially
to name Miss Merttins Bird.
The friends who have helped me are too many for
detailed mention, but Lady Middleton, Mrs. Blackie,
Miss Cullen (who so soon followed her friend and
whose welcome of this volume I sadly miss), Mrs.
Bickersteth, Mrs. Allan, Mrs. Macdonald, the Bishop of
London, Sir Walter Hillier, Mr. Dunlop, Dr. Neve, the
Rev. W. G. Walshe, and the Rev. L. B. Cholmondeley,
have all contributed so greatly to the contents of this
book that I cannot refrain from recording my sincere
acknowledgment of their assistance.
To Miss E. M. C. Ker very special thanks are
due for constant help, explanation, correction, ma-
terials, and for the originals of a large number of the
illustrations.
And it is difficult to express adequately my great
indebtedness to Mr. Murray and Mr. Hallam Murray
for their deep interest in the book, for their en-
couraging and scrutinising criticism, for their personal
help in revision and reconstruction, and for the use of
many letters which have been the basis, not only of
nearly all that is said about Mrs. Bishop's published
books, but of many most interesting passages in this
record of her life.
ANNA M. STODDART.
August, 1906.
CONTENTS
CHAP. PAGE
I. PARENTAGE AND INHERITANCE i
II. FIRST TRAVELS AND PUBLICATIONS . . 27
III. EDINBURGH AND WORK 47
IV. IN JOURNEYINGS OFT 70
V. THE WIDE EAST . . . . . . .100
VI. "AN TAON BHEANNICHT" ("THE BLESSED
ONE") 122
VII. MARRIAGE 143
VIII. LOSS . . 167
IX. "THROUGH MANY LANDS" 193
X. NATIONS THAT SIT IN DARKNESS . . 217
XI. PUBLIC WORK 244
XII. THE FAR EAST 270
XIII. THE CHANGING EAST 303
XIV. LAST JOURNEYS 344
XV. "I AM GOING HOME" 369
APPENDIX -394
INDEX 398
ix
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
MRS. BISHOP Frontispiece
From a photograph taken by Messrs. Elliott fir5 Fry (Photogravure}.
ROBERT BIRD OF BARTON HOUSE, WARWICK, ob. 1842,
GRANDFATHER OF MRS. BISHOP . . . Facing p. 2
From a miniature.
BOROUGHBRIDGE HALL, WHERE ISABELLA LUCY BIRD
WAS BORN „ 8
From a photograph.
TAP LOW HILL, TAKEN BEFORE 1869 . . . . „ 14
ST. MARGARET'S CHURCH, WYTON ,,24
From a photograph.
WYTON RECTORY » 34
From a photograph.
LADY OLIVIA SPARROW ,,36
From a picture by Richard Buckner, engraved by William
Walker, 1854.
THE REV. EDWARD BIRD, MRS. BISHOP'S FATHER . „ 44
From a miniature.
MRS. EDWARD BIRD, MRS. BISHOP'S MOTHER . . „ 64
From a photograph.
DR. BISHOP „ 118
From a photograph by /. Moffat, Edinburgh.
HENRIETTA AMELIA BIRD . „ 122
From a photograph.
VIEW FROM THE COTTAGE, TOBERMORY . . . „ 128
From a photograph by Miss Alison Barbour»
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS xi
ISABELLA LUCY BIRD JUST BEFORE HER MARRIAGE Facing p. 13$
From a photograph by J. Mo/at (Photogravure).
BARTON HOUSE „ 142
ST. LAWRENCE'S CHURCH, BARTON-ON-THE-MOOR,
WHERE MRS. BISHOP WAS MARRIED. „ 146
From a sketch by herself.
THE COTTAGE, TOBERMORY ,,156
From a photograph by Miss Alison Barbour.
MRS, BISHOP'S TENT ON HER RIDE AMONGST THE
BAKHTIARI LURS ......... 228
MRS. BISHOP IN HER TRAVELLING DRESS AT
ERZEROUM „ 242
MRS. BISHOP IN TANGIER „ 260
MRS. BISHOP AT NEWCASTLE . . . . „ 270
From a photograph by Lyd Sawyer.
MRS. BISHOP'S SAMPAN, HAN RlVER, KOREA. . . „ 276
From a photograph by Mrs. Bishop.
CANYON IN THE DIAMOND MOUNTAINS. „ 280
From a photograph by Mrs. Bishop.
GATE OF VICTORY, MUKDEN „ 288
From a photograph by Mrs. Bishop.
SOUTH GATE, SEOUL „ 294
From a photograph by Mrs. Bishop.
SNAPSHOT TAKEN OF MRS. BISHOP AT SWATOW BY
MR. MACKENZIE „ 298
PREPARING TO MEET MRS. BISHOP AT A CHINESE INN „ 302
From a photograph by Mrs. Bishop.
MRS. BISHOP'S TRAVELLING PARTY „ 306
From a photograph by Mrs. Bishop.
MRS. BISHOP'S BOAT „ 310
From a photograph by Mrs. Bishop.
xii LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
THE MITAN GORGE Facing p. 312
From a photograph by Mrs. Bishop.
THE TALU . , „ 316
From a photograph by Mrs. Bishop.
POPPY FIELD AT CHENG-TU „ 320
From a photograph by Mrs. Bishop.
A MAN-TZE ROCK TEMPLE „ 322
From a photograph by Mrs. Bishop.
BRIDGE AND MOUNTAIN INN ,,326
From a photograph by Mrs. Bishop.
HARBOUR OF CHEMULPO „ 332
From a pfiotograph by Mrs. Bishop.
MRS. BISHOP IN MANCHU DRESS „ 350
WEST GATE AT CHIA-LING Fu „ 360
Specimen of one of Mrs. Bishop' s Chinese photographs.
COVERED BRIDGE „ 370
From a photograph by Mrs. Bishop.
THE " HENRIETTA AMELIA BIRD " MEMORIAL CLOCK,
TOBERMORY „ 394
MAPS
NORTH AMERICA . . , „
the End
ASIA
LIFE OF ISABELLA L. BIRD
[MRS. BISHOP]
CHAPTER I
PARENTAGE AND INHERITANCE
THE Birds, a widespread clan of the upper middle
class, almost defy tabulation into branches and
families: their genealogists are so embarrassed by
the results of constant intermarriage, amongst cousins
of far and near degree, that the most valiant efforts
are marred by confusion and blunders. It must
suffice, therefore, to supply some simple details of
Mrs. Bishop's immediate descent and relationships.
These relationships have so direct a bearing upon
her own great inheritance of character — mental,
moral, and spiritual — that we may be pardoned for
making a short digression into the maze of collateral
families doubly and trebly allied to each other.
Of the clan generally little need be told, except
its descent from William Bird, who lived in the
latter part of the seventeenth and the early part of
the eighteenth century. He died in 1731, bequeath-
ing Barton, in Warwickshire, to his eldest son,
Thomas Bird. His second son, John, was for
a time in London, where he became an alderman,
and, after marrying Judith Wilberforce, retired to
Kenilworth, where he died and was buried in 1772.
His wife, who survived him many years, was in
due time laid by his side.
i
2 PARENTAGE AND INHERITANCE [CHAP. ,
Of these Kenilworth Birds, two daughters, Hannah
and Lucy, especially claim our attention. Hannah,
the elder, married, in 1779, the Rev. Robert Sumner,
Vicar of Kenilworth, whom she survived forty-
four years, living to see her eldest son, John
Bird Sumner, made Bishop of Chester, a see from
which he rose to the Primacy of the Church of
England ; while her second son, Charles Richard
Sumner, was first made Bishop of Llandaff, and was
then transferred to the see of Winchester.
Hannah Bird's sister Lucy married her cousin,
Robert Bird, of Barton, and was Mrs. Bishop's
grandmother.
This Robert Bird was Thomas Bird's grandson,
a second son, and obliged to make his way in the
world without expectation of inheriting Barton
House. In this he prospered, seeking and finding
fortune in India first, and then in America, for
he had both spirit and ability, inherited perhaps
from his maternal grandfather, Sir George Merttins,
sometime Lord Mayor of London, whose memorial
slab, with his shield as governor and treasurer of
Christ's Hospital, has quite recently been removed
to Horsham.
When Robert's elder brother, Henry, died without
children, he succeeded to the property in Warwick-
shire. But by this time he was married and the
father of ten children — four sons and six daughters.
Barton was remote, and Mr. Bird felt disinclined to
live out of touch with the world, so he let the place
for a long term of years, and rented Taplow Hill,
in Berkshire, where he and his family became so
thoroughly at home that the county claimed them
as Birds of Taplow, ignoring the fact that they were
merely its tenants.
ROBERT BIRD OF BARTON HOUSE, WARWICK, ob. 1842,
GRANDFATHER OF MRS. BISHOP.
ROBERT BIRD OF BARTON 3
He was properly Robert Bird of Barton, in War-
wickshire, and the old gabled manor-house was
worthy of greater attachment from its owner, though
we can understand his seeking a more advantageous
centre as home for his sons and daughters. Later
on in our story Barton will interest us as the house
from which Isabella Bird was married, and we
linger a moment ere we follow her grandfather to
Berkshire. It is greatly altered now to suit modern
requirements, but in 1881 it remained much as it
had ever been, and, with the village on the heath
and its ancient church, looked more like a bit of
Queen Elizabeth's than of Queen Victoria's England.
The little church of St. Lawrence, with Norman
tower and antique inconvenience, takes us farther
back still, to days when the broad lands of War-
wickshire harboured only churls enough to serve
their lord's manor, and parish laws took no account
of the future and increasing rural congregations.
But the squire of Barton on his final return from
America settled at Taplow Hill. His wife was a
daughter of Judith Wilberforce, and brought her
mother's strenuous racial strain into the home
atmosphere and into her children's character and
rearing. She was doubly connected with the Wilber-
forces, for her aunt, Elizabeth Bird, of Kenilworth,
married Judith's uncle, Robert Wilberforce, of Hull :
these two were parents of the great liberator, William
Wilberforce. The young people at Taplow Hill were
twice over Wilberforce's cousins, and in his youth
and middle-age he was a constant guest there,
honoured by all, and especially after his death by
the lingering maiden ladies, who treasured as
mementoes of their great kinsman lines inscribed
by him on the blank leaves of their Bibles.
4 PARENTAGE AND INHERITANCE [CHAP, i
How forcibly this impassioned strain was to direct
and govern Edward Bird, the third son of Robert
and Lucy Bird, remains to be told ; but it is im-
possible to overestimate its influence both in his and
his daughter's character. From her great-grand-
mother, grandmother, and father Isabella. received the
priceless inheritance of a soul-hunger and thirst for
righteousness, which in her later years was to
dominate all that she observed, to vitalise all her
convictions, and to culminate in her memorable
appeals to Christian England to send out into all
the Christless world and bring its unhappy millions
to the Saviour.
The Taplow sons and daughters were Robert
Merttins Bird, sent early to India, a happy-hunting-
ground for lads in the days of the East India
Company ; Henry, who went into the navy ; Lucy,
who married the Rev. Marmaduke Thompson ; Mary,
who followed her eldest brother to India, and when
he married devoted herself to missionary work and
died in harness there; Edward, who was first a
barrister and then a clergyman; Elizabeth, who
married Mr. Harrington Evans ; Henrietta, who
had strong views on infant baptism and renounced
on their behalf her clerical lover, at the sacrifice of
her life ; Rebecca and Catherine, who never married ;
and George Merttins the youngest, born in America,
who followed his eldest brother to India, where
both married daughters of the Rev. David Brown,
one of the " five great chaplains," and a colleague of
Henry Martyn.
These two Taplow sons entered the service of the
East India Company, but the younger died in early
manhood, his widow bringing two little ones to Taplow
Hill, and living there till old Mr. Bird's death.
i792-i8i2] EDWARD BIRD 5
It is with the third son, Edward Bird, that we
have especially to do, and of his career we have clear
although scanty information in a memorial sketch
written by his daughter in 1858, immediately after
his death, and printed for private circulation. It
contains only thirty-five short pages, and deals almost
wholly with his clerical and public rather than with his
private life. But a few facts may be gathered from
it and interwoven with reminiscences supplied by
his niece, Miss Merttins Bird.
He was born in 1792, and must have been a lad
with two brothers and three sisters older than himself
when the family roof-tree was set up at Taplow early
in the last century. His father destined him, like
his elder sons, for India, and sent him to Cambridge
for thorough equipment. He was entered at
Magdalene, where he graduated. In the meantime,
his sister Elizabeth married the Rev. J. Harrington
Evans, a young clergyman of the strongest evangelical
type. Edward Bird was about twenty years old when
it was proposed that he should read the Bible
with his brother-in-law during vacation time. He
did so in a perfunctory manner, indifferent at that
time to its message. Mr. Evans was discouraged
and suggested that readings so little valued should
cease. This startled his pupil and brought him to
anxious self-questioning. He became conscious of
his own levity, went home in distress and prayed
that God would pardon him and vouchsafe to
him every blessing which the Bible can confer.
From that day he read anxiously and earnestly,
but it was not until he heard Mr. Evans preach
on the text " Without Me ye can do nothing,"
that he fully understood his deep need of Christ
Himself. It was a new man in Christ that returned
6 PARENTAGE AND INHERITANCE [CHAP, i
to Magdalene, eager to serve Him whom now he
loved.
When he had graduated he went to London,
studied law with Sir George Stephen, and was called
to the bar at Lincoln's Inn. This was in pursuance
of his father's plan for him, as a legal training led
to judicial appointments and promotion in India.
Thither therefore he sailed with his young wife,
Emma Burt, in 1825, and settled down to practise
as a barrister of the Supreme Court in Calcutta.
But a great sorrow befell him the following year,
when his wife died of cholera and left him comfort-
less but for her babe, a boy called Edward after
himself, who was stricken with fatal fever three
years later. This double blow shattered his health,
and he was compelled to relinquish his practice and
return to England in 1829.
The home nursing gradually restored his natural
vigour, but he found himself averse to resuming
his life at the point of rupture. Calcutta's worldli-
ness, rapacity, and vice had appalled him, and
during his brief stay he had maintained an attitude
of uncompromising opposition to its callous un-
righteousness. To return was very distasteful to
him. Besides, grief, loss, and illness had weakened
his anxiety about preferment and distinction. Within
his heart had awakened a new yearning, a new
necessity, and it had matured in the darkness of his
night of sorrow. He longed to preach the gospel,
and to gather in souls for Christ — souls for whom
the world was ever on the watch to tarnish them
and set its mark upon them.
He was thirty-eight years old when he took Holy
Orders — set upon doing in half a lifetime a whole
span of work in God's vineyard. His first curacy
1830] THE LAWSONS 7
was at Boroughbridge in Yorkshire. At Borough-
bridge Hall lived the widow and family of the Rev.
Marmaduke Lawson. Mrs. Lawson had inherited
the house and grounds at her uncle's death in 1805.
The Hall is mainly a fine old Elizabethan structure,
gabled and pointed, to which a pillared porch and
large bay-windows were added in 1836. Mr. Lawson
had been a prebendary of Ripon Cathedral, an able
but exceedingly reserved man. His children inherited
both characteristics. In the year before his father's
death, the eldest, also Marmaduke, won the first
Pitt scholarship at Cambridge; and when news of
this success reached the old gentleman he said drily,
" Barbara would have done better." But Marmaduke
took the Chancellor's medal also, and both he and
his brother Andrew proved themselves to be honour-
able and useful men, members too of the House of
Commons, for which the more brilliant Barbara was
unhappily disqualified. Mr. Andrew Lawson lived
in the neighbouring manor of Aldborough, and
possessed a most interesting collection of pre-Roman
and Roman antiquities, for Aldborough was the
ancient capital of the Brigantes, and became a
favourite Brito-Roman residence with its captors.
He built and endowed a district parish church. He
also had distinguished himself both at Shrewsbury,
under Dr. Butler, and at Merton College, Oxford, and
was twice returned to Parliament as Conservative
member for Knaresborough. He outlived his brother
Marmaduke thirty years.
Their sisters were highly educated up to the
measure of that day ; and when Mr. Bird arrived as
curate at Boroughbridge, he found at once congenial
friends in Mrs. Lawson and her family. This friend-
ship ripened to affection in the case of Dora Lawson,
8 PARENTAGE AND INHERITANCE [CHAP, i
the second daughter, and they were married in 1830.
Dora Lawson's favourite occupation for some years
had been Sunday-school work. There was none at
Boroughbridge, so she paid for a room in the village
out of her own pocket-money, and taught five classes
there every Sunday, from young women down to
little children. She was a fitting companion in all
respects — a woman whose tact, dignity, and kindness
never failed, although great reserve of manner some-
times hid the true warmth of her nature.
Isabella Lucy, called after her two grandmothers,
was born at Boroughbridge Hall on October 15, 1831.
Early next year Mr. Bird went as curate to Maiden-
head in Berkshire, where two years of extraordinary
activity awaited him. The spirit which animated him
was felt from the beginning, and he not only filled
the church at all ordinary services, but was obliged
to hold many extra meetings and to receive in his
study, daily, many anxious inquirers of every class.
A troop of the Life Guards stationed at Maidenhead
came under his influence, and some of the men came
to him for spiritual help and guidance. It was a time
of rapid sowing, reaping, and harvesting, very rare
in one man's experience, and he was filled with
joy and gratitude. But his physical strength was
not equal to the strain, and, although he recognised
that God had set His seal upon the life dedicated to
Him, his enfeebled constitution compelled him to
abandon his work at Maidenhead, and his cousin,
Dr. Bird Sumner, Bishop of Chester, presented him
with the quiet living of Tattenhall, in Cheshire.
Thither he removed with his wife and little girl
in 1834, and in this restful sphere he remained for
eight years. A baby boy, called Edward, had been
born, and died at Maidenhead in 1833. Soon after
i834J TATTENHALL 9
his arrival his third child was born, a little girl,
to whom was given her aunt Henrietta's name.
Here, in the midst of beautiful scenery, amongst
the sweet influences of garden and pasture, these
little ones spent their early childhood. The country
round consisted of large tracts of grazing-lands
where the farmers were engaged in cheese-making.
Chester was seven miles distant, but three miles
of the road were paved, and it was not pleasant for
either walking, driving, or riding. Nevertheless,
Isabella was both walking and riding upon it when
she was little more than four years old. Her tiny
body was fragile, her face white, and on her lips was
the constant cry, " I very tired." Her parents kept
her out of doors as much as possible, and the doctor
suggested that Mr. Bird should take her on a cushion
before him when he rode round his parish. So she
learned to ride almost in infancy, and was promoted
a year or two later to her own horse, for her father
rode one and she the other of the carriage-pair.
To those outings she owed far more than her
life-long familiarity with the art of riding, although
that was no small gain for one who was afterwards
to mount, as necessity urged, ox, horse, mule,
or yak in distant lands. As a child her riding-
habit was her usual dress — a smocked frock, little
finer than a carter's. As they rode, Mr. Bird
would draw her attention to every feature of the
wayside — to the fields far and near, in grass, or
crops, or fallow, to the farm-houses, their dairies
and press-houses, telling her the uses of all and
each, questioning her minutely as to what she saw.
Long after, a friend asked her to what she traced
her habit of accurate observation. " To my father's
conversational questioning upon everything," she
io PARENTAGE AND INHERITANCE [CHAP, i
answered. " If we rode, he made me tell him about
the crops in such-and-such fields — whether a water-
wheel were under-shot, or over-shot, how each gate
we passed through was hung, about animals seen
and parishioners met." And so she learned to
measure distance and space with her eye, to note
each season's signs and labours, to look for changes
in the crops and to know their purpose.
And as her father knew every wayside and meadow
flower, she learned their names, habits, and uses,
and felt for them an almost passionate love, which
she retained to the end of her life. Even when
human sympathy hardly consoled her, flowers would
reach her sorrow and their sweet solace would
recall her to fortitude.
An incident out of the meagre annals of those
years at Tattenhall recurs to the memory as it was
told in after years by herself. One Sunday morning
she was left alone in the house and in bed. Her
mother, thinking her scarcely well enough to go to
church, had wrapped her up and bidden her rest till
she returned. Isabella was not more than five years
old, but a little scheme had been forming in her
active mind for some days, and she felt this solitude
to be her opportunity. Out on the lawn was a round
bed of ranunculuses, crimson and golden and glorious,
which she longed to visit. It was forbidden, for
the weather had been rainy and the grass was
damp. But she stole out of her wrappings and
pattered downstairs with shoeless feet to the
drawing-room window, which opened down to the
ground. Out she darted straight to the flower-bed,
and walking round and round, counting the bright
blossoms, touching them and kissing them, she filled
her whole being with the joy of them, and flitted
,836] CHILDHOOD ii
back to bed. She said no word about her escapade,
but cherished its memory awhile and then forgot it
for a score of years.
To this time too belongs one of those thrilling
episodes which give to children their first awe-
stricken but rapt experience of the mystery of
iniquity.
Near Tattenhall rises a hill known as Rawhead,
a name of itself sufficient to fill a child's imagination
with strange terrors. This hill was full of caves, in
which dwelt a gang of outcasts whose doings grew
notorious. Robbery followed robbery in the neigh-
bourhood. The caves were searched on suspicion,
but nothing was found to warrant arrest. The
burglaries continued and the matter grew serious.
At length one midnight some one passing the
churchyard saw lights and heard voices, and forth-
with proclaimed that it was haunted. No one would
go near it, until the magistrates decided to make a
midnight raid with armed constables, and to see
what manner of ghosts disturbed its peace. They
found the Rawhead gang busy hiding booty in a
grave, the slab of which they had raised. An old woman
whose cottage was close to the churchyard proved to
be in collusion with the burglars and had assisted
them to choose their storehouse. All were arrested
and transported. But Isabella never forgot how
her nurse took her to see the unearthing of silver-
plate and jewellery from that grim hiding-place, and
how, trembling, rather with eagerness than fear, she
and a little playfellow watched the whole process
hand-in-hand, from the lifting of the slab to the
recovery of the last teaspoon.
Fear, indeed, she hardly knew, and her fearlessness
was disconcerting at times, when she played the
12 PARENTAGE AND INHERITANCE [CHAP, i
role of enfant terrible, flashing out the pithy sarcasm
which in youth came so readily to her lips.
She was not more than six years old when —
as Miss Grainger Stewart told us in Blackwood's
Magazine, a few weeks after her death — she sat
listening to a gentleman who was canvassing
Tattenhall in his own interest, and who excited her
distrust by his too obviously expressed admiration
of the lovely little Henrietta. She marched up to
him and asked in clear incisive tones : " Sir Malpas
de Grey Tatton Egerton, did you tell my father my
sister was so pretty because you wanted his vote ? "
This power of expressing herself was remarkable
from her earliest years. Her parents treated her with
wise observation and noted her quick mental growth,
indicating rich and varied endowment. Her brain
was never stunted by rebuff, nor stultified by
baby language. They took ample care that her
lessons should not be overstimulating ; and as Mrs.
Bird taught her children herself, her judgment meted
out the length and quality of what they learned.
To be in the open air, to be with her parents, to
understand therefore almost unconsciously the con-
ditions of life and human intercourse, the arts too
of speaking, reading, and writing; to absorb from
father and mother opinions, standards, tastes, and
distastes — these were her early education in the
truest sense. Recalling that time, she once said :
" No one can teach now as my mother taught ; it
was all so wonderfully interesting that we sat spell-
bound when she explained things to us. We should
never have liked an ordinary teacher."
It was not possible, however, to stay her from
reading when she had once found the key to all
knowledge stored in books. One day she was lost,
i838] EDUCATION 13
and the mid-day meal was cooling on the table
while mother and maids sought her high and low.
At last, in order that no possible hiding-place might be
overlooked, they looked into the stable, and there in
the manger they found her poring over a heavy volume,
which proved to be Alison's French Revolution, more
fascinating to the seven-year-old student than all the
moral tales of Maria Edgeworth and her like.
Isabella Bird wanted no books for children ; from
the beginning her mind fastened on the actual and
grew robust on the strongest food, her vigorous
imagination finding scope, and to spare, in real events,
whether past or present, and preferring the miracles
of Moses, and the wilderness-march of his people,
to all the sentimental and educational feigning of
that day.
Then there was one delightful annual visit which
made a deep impression upon her character and
multiplied her standards. This was the holiday at
Taplow Hill with the grandparents and maiden aunts.
They all went together and spent about a month, in
the summer-time, when the gardens looked their best.
The old people were still alive, although the Squire
was nearing eighty, and Mrs. Robert Bird was but
four years younger. Their long life together was
approaching its end, for the grandfather died in
1842, when Isabella was eleven years old, and the
grandmother was solitary for six surviving years.
But while Mr. Bird was Rector of Tattenhall both
were alive, dignified and hospitable. Taplow not
only sheltered all the Indian grandchildren, but the
bereaved children of the house as well. It is from
Miss Merttins Bird, " the last Taplow grandchild,"
that we gather details of her childhood's home, and
are therefore enabled to realise the happy summer
14 PARENTAGE AND INHERITANCE
days which helped to mould Isabella's manners,
her sense of the fitting, perhaps to accentuate her
reserve and to develop her individuality. The house
is now altered out of knowledge, but it was always
large and roomy, with stables, paddocks, gardens,
and ample space attached. Long walks, planted with
shrubs and fruit-trees, ran on either side of a great
field, and these began and ended in summer-houses.
Beyond the field were palings which separated the
grounds of Taplow Hill from the adjoining Rectory
gardens. Two generations of Birds have played
as children beneath the old mulberry-tree, on the
lawn or round about the borders, full of all old-
fashioned garden glories, every one of which Isabella
remembered all her life. A sunk fence separated
garden from paddocks, and along it thyme, yarrow,
and bedstraw made a bank of purple and gold in
July.
Within, the drawing-room was wide-bayed and
furnished with satin-wood, inlaid with borders of white
roses on tables and chairs, whose spindle-legs vouched
for their period. There, in the evenings, old and
young would assemble to listen to reading aloud
or unite in singing " The Pilgrim Fathers," " The
Curfew Bell," " The Captive Knight," or some sweet
melody by Balfe or Bishop.
Now and again some guest would engross his
hearers by tales in condemnation of slavery or on
behalf of missions.
The Taplow grandchildren breathed the atmo-
sphere of "Causes," and were in contact with their
leaders during all the second quarter of last century.
What used to be called the "Clapham Sect" knew
Taplow Hill well. Old Mrs. Bird's close kinship with
William Wilberforce, a kinship moral as well as
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racial, determined the strictly evangelical tone of
her household.
Family prayers began the morning. All servants,
outdoor as well as indoor, were summoned, and sat in
line to hear the Squire read the lessons and a prayer
for the day out of Thornton's Family Prayers. Then
the old gentleman rose up and bowed to men and
maids, as they filed out past him with curtseys and
salutes. Breakfast followed, when letters were read
aloud, for postage was a consideration then, and
letters were framed with decorum for general reading—
those from India exciting special interest. The
ladies of the family took no sugar in their tea, and
felt the sacrifice to be a sacred protest against
slave-grown products. Oddly enough, although they
daily mourned its absence, they took sugarless tea
long after the emancipation in the West Indies.
The maiden aunts were short-sighted, and wore
spectacles, which gave them an expression of stern-
ness quite foreign to their natures. Still, on certain
points they were stern enough, and the only
drawback to Isabella's perfect enjoyment of Taplow
Hill was that she was never allowed to sit down during
the long Sunday services, but in pain and weariness
had to endure, standing to the end. This was
especially irksome to her, as it was in her early
childhood that the trouble which dogged her whole
suffering life was developed; and had her courage
not risen above it she might have delivered herself
over to confirmed ill-health and adorned a sofa all
her days. But, even as a child, her brave spirit
scorned prolonged concession to this delicacy. Every
one rode at Taplow, and Isabella bettered her home
lessons upon Shag and Camilla. She raced and
rode with her cousins, and, though younger than
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some of them, was recognised amongst them all as
a superior, whose opinions on religious, social, and
even political subjects were to be courted and
quoted.
Her little sister Henrietta was shyer and less
spirited, although her health was more equable and
her mental advance almost as rapid as Isabella's.
She was very winning and gentle ; always happy
with a book and with her mother; a little reserved,
and less inclined for boisterous comradeship. But
she, too, could ride and run and read and dream.
More drawn by the spiritual world than was Isabella
then, her thoughts were wont to dwell there in a
kind of rapt reverie. A cousin, Henrietta Bird, from
whom we have quoted largely in these details about
Taplow, lived there ; and to distinguish one from the
other, Isabella's sister was called Hennie, and was
always known by that abbreviation.
The little girls were respectively eleven and eight
when they were taken away from Tattenhall and
set down in Birmingham. More than one reason
made this change advisable. Isabella was stronger,
Mr. Bird was anxious for a more arduous sphere
of labour, and some discontent had arisen at his
warm championship of Sabbath observance in the
cheese-making districts round Tattenhall.
A great sorrow fell upon them all in 1842, in the
death of their beloved father and grandfather. He had
lived eighty-two years, and had received the last
desire of his heart in the return of his eldest son
Robert Merttins Bird. When the successful Anglo-
Indian stood by his bedside, his father looked at him
and whispered : "What was it the old man Simeon
said? Nunc dimittis, was it not?" And soon after
he passed away.
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The church at Tattenhall had grown discouragingly
empty, in consequence of Mr. Bird's fearless protests
against Sunday labour. Nearly as much work was
done on Sundays as on week-days — not in the open
fields, but in the dairies and presses. It is difficult
to understand the question in all its bearings, for it
is obvious that cows must be milked on Sundays.
Doubtless Mr. Bird did not oppose the necessary
work, but only the increase of unnecessary work in
the manufacture of dairy produce on Sundays which
had crept in, and which to him was a manifest breach
of a divine law, declared by God Himself to be the
test of national righteousness and the condition of
national prosperity. Mr. Bird's point of view was
the law of the living God; but he was powerless
against the bidding of Mammon, and the convicted
farmers left a church where there was no comfortable
doctrine for their case.
How sad a leave-taking it must have been is borne
in upon us when we note the beauty and peace of
Tattenhall, and then visit the parish of St. Thomas's
in Birmingham. The Bishop, too, disapproved of his
transfer ; and had Mr. Bird not found absolute trust in
his decision within his own family, the step might
have been still harder to take. Those faithful to him
at Tattenhall felt the parting bitterly, and for many
years there lived in the parish godly men and women
whom he had brought to Christ, and who were
known as "Bird's saints."
St. Thomas's in Birmingham is a large, gloomy
church, built in the worst possible taste, that pseudo-
classical style, pretentious and dismal, which Georgian
architects affected. It contrasted painfully with sunny
St. Alban's at Tattenhall, where the light fell through
ancient stained glass, and five cheerful bells called the
2
i8 PARENTAGE AND INHERITANCE [CHAP, i
parishioners to worship. St. Thomas's had been
planned to seat over two thousand people, but a
few hundred formed the congregation in 1843, and
these were always shifting.
The city was then heaving with the last throes
of Chartism, and four years earlier the rioters had
made a pause at St. Thomas's to pull up the railing
and arm themselves with its iron spikes, on their
march to wreck Lucy's Mills. The hands were still
sullen, the employers were hard. Sunday labour was
more than permitted. Success was the one standard
in Birmingham. It mattered little of what intrinsic
quality of righteousness, or the reverse, a man's aims
might be — public opinion applauded, or blamed their
issue according to their success or failure.
The Birds found a house in Frederick's Road, with
a garden attached, which employed the old Tattenhall
gardener, who came with them. It had some apple-
trees big enough to give seats and shelter to the little
girls, who used to climb into them and con their
lessons hidden amongst the leaves.
Mr. Bird began eagerly to organise his work — the
parish visiting, the Sunday school, the preaching.
It was a heavy task. The parish contained a popu-
lation of 16,000, and the church was almost empty.
Then, stronger in Birmingham than in the grazing-
lands of Cheshire, Mammon swayed men's souls.
His parish was given over to Sunday trading, and
the fight he had to wage on the Lord's side was
with a very Apollyon.
At first his preaching produced the strong,
arresting, and attracting influence which it had done
at Maidenhead. Men came from all parts of the city
to hear the new Rector, amongst them many working-
men, who, of all others there, needed most the help of
1843] "ST. THOMAS DAYS" 19
God and of His servants, since help from Mammon
there was none. These he received on Sunday after-
noons, visiting their wives and homes through the
week, spending and being spent for the poor. He
had fellow-workers amongst the Nonconformists, with
some of whom, and notably with Mr. Angell James,
he formed cherished friendships. Indeed, Mr. Angell
James and he together organised the midland division
of the Evangelical Alliance.
For the Sunday-school staff he selected his best
and most willing members, one of whom is still alive
in Birmingham. It is to Miss Sanders, a sweet old
ladyy whose joy it is to recall those happy years of
service for Christ, that we are indebted for most
of these recollections of St. Thomas's. Only she and
another are alive now to remember Mr. Bird.
Young as Isabella was, she was pressed into the
service. Miss Sanders remembers her teaching a
class of girls as old as herself, and not only winning
their attention, but their devotion. It did not occur
to them that their teacher was too young, for her self-
possession, mastery of language, and clear exposition
gave her the needed command. It is most interesting,
in this connection, to quote from a letter written by
Mrs. Bishop to Miss Sanders at Christmas, 1903, less
than a year before she died.
You are one of the very few survivals of the vividly
remembered St. Thomas days. How well I remem-
ber you and your adult class in the corner below the
desk and the high opinion which papa and mama had
of you. Now, of my family, I, a widow, alone am left.
But she rendered the church a further service.
Her ear was not musical, nor did she greatly
care for music, but she was being taught to sing
20 PARENTAGE AND INHERITANCE [CHAP, i
and play, and she passed on her lessons to the
young people, forming and training the choir,
and going through the practising with them every
week, with unfailing punctuality. She suffered at
this time from abscesses in the feet and had often to
walk to and from the church in great pain, but she
rarely failed either her Sunday-school pupils or
the choir. Henrietta was not yet enrolled on the
teaching staff, but after a couple of years she was
entrusted with some of the little ones, whom she
taught with great seriousnsss and sweetness.
Miss Sanders remembers Isabella's calling on her
in the midst of a terrific thunder-storm, on some
Sunday-school business, not to take shelter, as
she at first supposed. Often the elder girl spent
a day and sometimes several days with the Birds,
and she retains the sunniest impression of their
kindness, gentleness, and courtesy towards her and
each other.
For some time Mr. Bird had visions of success
in his struggle against Sunday trading. By preaching,
by personal visiting, by gentle and constant per-
suasion, he got, so far as to secure the promises of
all his parishioners but two to give it up. The
promises were conditional on the surrender of the
two exceptions. It was evident to all that his own
character and conduct were not only blameless,
but absolutely disinterested, for it was well known
that he had requested to be transferred to St. Thomas's
where the annual stipend amounted to £60, from
Tattenhall where he received £300. Indeed, had
he and Mrs. Bird not both inherited money from
their parents, the transfer would have been impossible.
But the two remaining Sunday traders refused to
close their shops, and the law was brought to bear
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upon them through one of the Churchwardens, who
took out summonses and served them himself. This
roused fierce wrath in the parish. A crowd waylaid
Mr. Bird and pelted him with stones, mud, and
insults. The worst was still to come. Not only
did he lose hold of those who had been almost won,
but many of the members whom he counted as on the
side of righteousness, at the bidding of Mammon,
forsook their Rector and left the church. The
bitterness of the repulse lay in the fact that the
very men and women whom he had led to his
Master forsook him at the crisis.
Some time before this great trial, he caught scarlet
fever, while visiting, and brought home its infection,
for Hennie took it too ; and while Mrs. Bird nursed
her husband in one room, Isabella nursed her sister
in another and yet escaped the fever. So, already
weakened by illness, the pain of these desertions
broke down his brave resolution and he was laid
again on a bed of sickness. This illness lasted so
long that the doctor urged him at last to take some
months of complete rest, and Mrs. Bird succeeded in
inducing him to resign his charge at St. Thomas's.
In 1848 they left for Eastbourne, then a village
about a mile inland. But close to the sea there
were a few houses, in one of which they lodged for
a time.
Isabella was sixteen years old at this time,
and so matured was her mind already that she
took a deep interest in the questions of Free Trade
versus Protection, which at that time, as in a minor
degree now, agitated the country, and before leaving
Birmingham she committed to writing her arguments
in favour of Protection. Next year this essay was
printed for private circulation in Huntingdon, and a
22 PARENTAGE AND INHERITANCE [CHAP, i
copy of the little pamphlet has come into my hands.
It is a quaint invective against Cobden and Bright,
and is remarkable as coming from the pen of a
child : it takes the allegorical form of a trial before
" Chief Justice Common Sense, Baron Public Opinion,
and a special jury," in which the prisoners Weather-
cock and Parvenu were defended by Mr. Humbug
and Mr. Mock-Philanthropist, while Messrs. Upright
and Eloquence appeared for the prosecution. The
charges were on four counts — agitation, dissemination
of poison, uttering lies and false promises, and
destroying the agricultural interest and with it the
national prosperity of England ; and the prisoners,
being eventually found guilty, were condemned to
be removed to the penal settlement of Public Detesta-
tion for fifteen years, and afterwards to be transported
to the uninhabited island of Oblivion for the term
of their natural lives ! " And," concluded the Judge,
"I earnestly hope that in the solitude which
will be afforded you, you may learn to repent
of your crimes, though you cannot repair the
consequences which they have entailed upon your
country."
After two months at Eastbourne, the Birds settled
for a further term of rest in the country north of
London and close to Epping Forest. Here Miss
Sanders paid them a visit, which she still vividly
remembers. They were mourning the death of their
grandmother at Taplow Hill, an event which practi-
cally ended their connection with that beloved home.
For Mr. Merttins Bird, of Barton, whose first wife
died in India, and whose second wife, Jane Wilber-
force Bird, passed away shortly after marriage, took
as his third wife Henrietta Grenfell, a daughter of
his neighbour Mr. Pascoe Grenfell of Taplow House.
1848] WYTON 23
She not only survived him, but lived on till 1897, a
shrewd and witty old lady, interested in the gener-
ations of Birds, to whom she was step-mother, step-
grandmother and step-greatgrandmother. From
the time of his third marriage, Mr. Merttins Bird
gave up Taplow Hill, and the family removed to
Torquay. It is interesting to note that amongst her
brothers-in-law Mrs. Merttins Bird counted Charles
Kingsley, J. Anthony Froude, and Lord Wolverton,
and that one of her nieces married Professor Max
Muller.
While Miss Sanders was with Mr. and Mrs. Bird
at Epping Forest, Mr. Merttins Bird came to pay
them a visit, and she records her own shyness of
the "big Bird," who proved to be both kind and
peaceable, distinguished nabob though he was.
In the autumn of 1848 Lady Olivia Sparrow
presented Mr. Bird to the living of Wyton in
Huntingdonshire.
This was a small parish, less than two thousand
acres in extent, with a population of scarcely three
hundred souls. The village is on the Ouse, and
to the west some three miles off is the town of
Huntingdon. South-east lies St. Ives, two miles
away. Not very far off is Olney, the poet Cowper's
home. There were rides and drives for Mr. Bird
and his daughters, and the river on which to boat,
and there Mrs. Bishop acquired her skill in rowing.
The cure included Houghton, and the stipend was
good. Wyton itself had its literary and political
associations. Home Tooke lived there for years, and
towards the close of the foregoing century Charles
James Fox had been married at St. Margaret's
Church, which now became the centre of Mr. Bird's
duties for the remaining decade of his life.
24 PARENTAGE AND INHERITANCE [CHAP.,
These years were to be eventful for Isabella, in
many ways. It was at Wyton that a new influence
roused her to the sense that she was growing old
enough to be morally responsible for what use she
made of her time, her powers, her character. This
was her friendship with a girl of her own age, Lady
Jane Hay, now Lady Jane Taylor, a daughter of the
Marquess of Tweeddale and a niece of Lady Olivia
Sparrow.
Isabella's duties had hitherto been based on the
exigencies of home and parochial life, and in spite
of her great delicacy she had risen to their fulfilment.
She had not yet realised that even a girl may so
swa}' circumstances as to improve them, may garner
her observations as seed to be sown in the good
ground of effort to help the destinies of a larger
humanity than that within the parish.
This friendship aroused that part of her higher
nature which had slumbered in inexperience. It
called into being the enthusiasm for others latent
in her Wilberforce blood. This never afterwards
failed her in dealing with the men and women she
met, whether they were friends, or merely the casual
acquaintances of a journey by land or water, whether
they were her own people among whom she dwelt,
or the peoples, civilised and savage, amongst whom
she sojourned for a day or a week, ere she left
their cities or their tents for ever. On her death-
bed she cried aloud, " If I could only do something
more for them ! "
But in 1850, when she was eighteen years old,
her malady had become so serious that an opera-
tion was necessary. Just before this took place,
her parents took her and Henrietta to visit the
Rev. John Lawson, Mrs. Bird's brother, at Seaton
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Carew, and her cousins still remember how ill she
looked. Of the operation itself no record remains,
beyond the fact that a fibrous tumour was removed
from the neighbourhood of the spine. In after
years she was subject to long periods of suffering
in that region of her back.
It is possible that the low grounds of Wyton, and
the river with its overflows and mists, may have
accelerated the crisis. It is certain that after this
she was ordered to leave home for lengthened
periods, and that her father began in the summer
of 1850 a practice which lasted for years, and intro-
duced her to a part of Scotland that charmed her
from the beginning, and for which she maintained
a loyal affection to the end.
During six successive summers the Birds spent a
number of weeks in the Scottish Highlands, in Inver-
ness-shire, Ross-shire, and, ever more attracted to
the west, in Skye, Raasay, Harris, and Mull. Isabella
was with her family on all but one of these occasions,
the exception being the summer of 1854, when she
had her first opportunity of going to America.
To Mr. Bird the strict Sunday observance in
» Scotland, and especially in Free Church Scotland,
immediately after the Disruption, was most sym-
pathetic. " He loved Scotland," says his daughter,
"not more for its beauty than for its hallowed
Sabbaths and Christian zeal and for the love with
which he was ever welcomed by his Presbyterian
brethren." The " larger mind " which had made him
draw close the bonds of Christian union between
himself and his Nonconformist fellow-workers in
Birmingham brought him into like relationships and
communion with the first Free Church pastors —
that band of men nerved and inspired by the Holy
26 PARENTAGE AND INHERITANCE [CHAP, i
Spirit, taught and empowered of God, They
opened their pulpit doors to the faithful servant of
their own Master, and he preached in many of their
churches, in Inverness and Ross-shire, in Skye, in
Renfrew, and elsewhere. Wherever he went he
found Sunday a hallowed day. He fought in England
thirty years for its consecration. He was an active
member of the Metropolitan Commission, and
attended its meetings in London twice weekly. He
had suffered persecution and desertion for its sake ;
his health had been broken and two livings had
been resigned in his conflict with Sunday trading.
It is no wonder that his attachment to the Scotland
of 1850 was very strong.
CHAPTER II
FIRST TRAVELS AND PUBLICATIONS
FROM time to time Isabella Bird stayed with both
the Bishop of Chester and the Bishop of Winchester,
who, when in London, lived in Winchester House,
St. James's Square. In 1852, probably in late autumn,
she paid her cousins there a visit, and on her way
met with an adventure, her action in which illustrates
the rapidity and courage with which she faced the
unforeseen.
She had taken a cab from the railway station,
and while driving out of the gate received on her
lap a small parcel of advertisements, which, as was
usual then, was thrown in at the open window.
Putting it on the seat in front of her, she noticed
another parcel lying, evidently left by the former
" fare." She opened it, and found papers inside
giving details of a plot to assassinate a member of
the Cabinet at the approaching funeral of the Duke
of Wellington. She had scarcely put them into her
pocket, when she heard a voice stopping the cab,
and a dark, foreign-looking man addressed her at
the window. He asked if a parcel had been found
in the cab. At once she handed to him the little
bundle of advertisements, and after a minute's
progress bade the driver hasten to the Home Office,
where she insisted upon seeing the minister, in
whose hands she placed the papers. So serious did
28 FIRST TRAVELS [CHAP. H
the matter appear to the Home Office that, while
she remained in Winchester House, a detective was
posted there to guard her against the vengeance of
those whose plans she had frustrated.
Some sorrow, over which she brooded in the
early fifties, was sapping her nervous strength,
already impaired by the operation. Her health was
far from satisfactory. It seemed as if quiescence
so depressed her vitality that even the delightful
months in Skye and Ross-shire failed to replenish
its exhausted stores. Ever as spring returned, the
old lassitude came with it, and in the relaxing air of
Wyton she was able for little beyond her literary
work, her chemical studies, and needle-work, all of
which were possible in a semi-recumbent position.
One effect, as well as cause, of this condition was
sleeplessness, and no means taken to overcome it
proved successful. A brief stay at Portsmouth
hardly broke the habit of insomnia. But it supplied
material for two papers in The Leisure Hour, as
well as for lively letters home, which were afterwards
printed in pamphlet form and sold to help her fund
for aiding the West Highlanders. This pamphlet is
forgotten now, but it described Portsmouth in March,
1854, when the sad Crimean War had become inevit-
able, and when Sir Charles Napier was starting on his
fruitless cruise to the Baltic. Miss Bird saw Queen
Victoria receive him on board the Fairy and bid
him and the fleet God-speed.
The doctor urged a sea-voyage, and in the early
summer of 1854 an opportunity occurred for carrying
out his prescription. One of Mr. Bird's numerous
cousins had married Captain Swabey, a veteran of
the Peninsular War, who, after Waterloo, had been
sent to Prince Edward's Island to superintend the
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defences there. His daughters were in England and
were about to return to their parents, and it was
arranged that Isabella should accompany them, and
make use of the occasion to extend her travels to
Canada and as much of America as was possible.
Mr. Bird gave her £100 and leave to stay away as
long as it lasted. At his request, Mr. McFie saw
her off on a Saturday morning in June.
Her cabin had been taken in the Canada, a royal
mail steamer of the Cunard line. Its destination
was first Halifax, in Nova Scotia, and then Boston.
As the steamer left the Mersey she passed close to
the troopship Himalaya, in which the Scots Greys
were embarking for the Crimea-—1 4 the lions led by
asses," who were to be shot down at Balaklava.
The voyage to Halifax was uneventful, through
a succesion of calms, with neither icebergs nor fogs
to lend it a tremor. Miss Bird proved to be an
excellent sailor, enjoyed her meals, and observed
her fellow passengers. Only twenty of these were
English ; the others, numbering a hundred and fifty,
came from almost every European country. She
and her cousins landed at Halifax, and spent two
days there. Then, taking the stage-coach, they
were jolted over corduroy roads to Truro and
Pictou. At Truro Miss Bird found a delightful old
Highland woman, Nancy Stewart of the mountain,
who gave the stage-passengers tea, and who
responded joyfully to Isabella's greeting in Gaelic.
Then they passed through a forest belonging to the
Indians, where silence reigned and expectant thrills
died away ungratified by adventures.
When they reached Charlotte Town they were
met by Captain Swabey, who insisted on Isabella's
staying six weeks at his house, as Canada and the
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States were in the grip of cholera. Her report of
Prince Edward's Island is not attractive : quarrels,
gossip, and mutual detraction characterised its social
life. Still she found congenial friends, with whom
she made a tour of the island, its pleasantest
incident being the discovery of a Skye man called
Donnuil Dhu, with whom she had comforting talk
of the Cuchullins and Loch Coruisk.
It must have been August when she left for
Boston by steamer and coach, succeeded by steamer
and train, a comfortless, solitary journey, only re-
deemed by the great kindness shown to her by her
American fellow passengers. She saw nothing of
Boston at this time, leaving after two days' rest for
Cincinnati, where she was Bishop Mcllvaine's guest,
and where she learned much of the working of
slavery in the Southern States from her host, and
of the anxiety caused by Mrs. Beecher Stowe's Uncle
Tom's Cabin, just published, which it was feared by
the friends of emancipation would retard rather than
advance their cause.
From Cincinnati she crossed the prairies to Chicago,
refreshed by the beauty of those " gardens of God,"
where great bands of colour marked the various
prairie-flowers — lilies, helianthus, cineraria, lupin, and
euphorbia. The train, heedless of time-tables, came
to an abrupt pause in their midst, and she had five
hours of rest ; then it went on to Rock Island,
where she embarked on board a Mississippi steamer
for the mere sensation of a three miles' cruise and
back on the great river. It was in the train between
Rock Island and Chicago that the famous pick-pocket
incident took place, one in which her self-possession
matched the courage with which she had thwarted
a cowardly political assassination. A most unpre-
i854] CANADA 31
possessing man sat next to her in the car. She
felt his hand in her pocket abstracting her purse,
in which there was only enough money for petty
travelling needs, but which contained her luggage
checks. She sat passive, giving no indication of her
loss till the luggage checks were being collected.
When the official reached her, she bowed politely
towards her neighbour and said, " This gentleman
has my checks ! " and he was startled into giving
them up.
Chicago interested her deeply. Her description is
a striking picture of the great western capital in
making fifty years ago. But she could not complete
her observations, as friends were to meet her at
Toronto, and she had to travel by rail and steamer
twice over to keep her appointment. On the way
she halted at Detroit, which pleased her. Her friends
duly met, she settled down to a thorough explora-
tion of Toronto, noting the difference between the
method of its growth and the sudden upheaval of
big American cities, where recently was prairie, or
forest, or mighty lake, and where a short time ago
only the red hunter crossed the solitude to set his
traps or launch his canoe. Stable progress marked
the Canadian, as sudden growth and expansion
marked the newer American cities ; and while in
Canada, streets, buildings, and institutions were
not only completed but had acquired a settled and
harmonious dignity— in the others, roads, streets,
buildings, and undertakings were all unfinished, and
the founders seemed callous to their disorderly
surroundings.
Two excursions from Toronto varied her study of
its civic conditions. One was a visit to the pleasant
city of Hamilton, built on Burlington Bay. Her
32 FIRST TRAVELS [CHAP, n
voyage thither, short as it was, included a sudden
storm ; the side of the saloon was struck and shat-
tered by a colossal wave, and she was thrown down
into the water, a man near her having seized a life-
buoy out of her hands. For a few seconds she was
in the first stage of drowning, and her thoughts
flashed back to the dear ones at home with a pang for
their grief when they heard the news. But, happily,
another wave floated her back and into a state-
room, and soon the steamer righted itself. It was
a dread experience, and prompted her to vow that
she would never again venture on Lake Ontario — a
melancholy expanse of water at the best, and subject
to accesses of fury.
However, a few days later she took the s.s. Arabian
back, and was met on Toronto Pier by Mr. Forrest,
who had invited her to pay his family a visit in the
backwoods, where her imagination had been busy with
visions of a clearing, a lumber-waggon, a log-hut, and
all the primitive contrivances due to such a home
so carefully provided in fiction. So, when a smart
mail-phaeton painted scarlet and black and drawn by
a pair of perfectly groomed horses awaited her host
and herself at the hotel, she was taken aback and had
to control her surprise. There were twenty-two miles
to drive, some of them bad, but much of the way
excellent plank road, easier for draught than a high
road. It was now the Canadian autumn, and the
tints were glorious — scarlet, crimson, orange, and
purple. They drove through forest, scrub, and
cedar-swamp, then past a little whitewashed English
church, into a field and along an apple-tree approach,
up to a beautiful brick house surrounded by a green
verandah and embowered in richly laden fruit-trees
and flaming sumachs. When Mrs. Forrest appeared
,854] THE BACKWOODS 33
to welcome her, clad in pink and white muslin, and
took her through a hall floored with polished oak into
a large and beautiful drawing-room, Miss Bird cast
her preconceptions of backwoods life away, and com-
posed a new theory of the lumber-man who drove a
mail-phaeton, listened to Beethoven well played on
the piano every evening, and slept on a feather-bed !
Her visit to the Forrests was altogether delightful,
and she shared the whole round of Canadian country-
life, including the neighbourly "bee," which at that
season was a " thrashing-bee." Mr. Forrest took her
for long and adventurous rides, roadless scrambles
through the bush, and gallops along the shore of
Lake Ontario.
Quite a month was spent after this pleasant fashion,
and in its course several Sundays at both Presbyterian
and Episcopalian churches. " Are ye frae the braes
o' Gleneffer ? " said an old Scotchwoman to her one
day; " were ye at oor kirk o' Sabbath last, ye wadna5
ken the differ."
But the time came for her return to Toronto, and
then further east, taking Niagara on the way. She
devoted many pages of her letters home to this last
experience, which she "did" to the bitter end, to
Termination Rock, " 230 ft. behind the Great Horse-
shoe Fall," as was stated on her certificate, although
a fellow traveller damped her elation by calling the
document " an almighty, all-fired big flam."
The Arabian took her down the St. Lawrence as
far as the Thousand Islands, where, at five in the
morning, she had to change into the New Era. In
this steamer she cruised amongst the islands. They
anchored before La Chine and shot the rapids at
a rate of twenty-five miles an hour next morning
when it was daylight, and so reached Montreal.
3
34 FIRST TRAVELS [CHAP, n
Here Miss Bird stayed a few days with the Bishop,
before she resumed her voyage down the great river
to Quebec. She had only two letters of introduction
to residents in the capital, one of them to Lord Elgin,
the Governor-General, whose secretary was Lawrence
Oliphant.
Cholera had quitted the city less than two months
before she entered it; but many desolated homes
indicated its ravages. It was strange that, while still
agitated and tremulous, society in Quebec whirled
in a round of balls, receptions, sleigh-drives, and
toboggan-parties. To most of these Miss Bird was
invited along with her friends Mr. and Mrs. Alderson,
and up to a certain point she enjoyed the experience.
But her sense that a gaunt spectre still hovered near,
and the contrast between the awful poverty of St. Roch,
where lived the lapsed thousands in squalor and vice
— almost more brutal than the dwellers in a London
slum — and this brilliant circle of pleasure-seekers,
indelibly impressed her sensitive mind.
A visit to Spencer Wood, Lord Elgin's headquarters,
was much spoilt by an attack of something very like
cholera, probably contracted at St. Roch. It was
called ague, but its effects lasted several weeks.
Her second introduction was to the Honorable John
Ross and his wife, who not only made her stay socially
pleasant, but most profitable, on account of the
useful and precise information of which she was in
search and with which they were able to provide her.
Mr. Ross was President of the Legislative Council,
and knew all that her thirst for general and particular
statistics desired, and she made notes of political,
ecclesiastical, educational, industrial, and economic
matters in most favourable circumstances while in
his house.
i854] RETURN TO WYTON 35
One of her most interesting new acquaintances was
Dr. Mountain, the Protestant Bishop of Quebec;
famous for his arduous journeys to the Red River
Settlements in a canoe, for the purpose of confirming
846 Indian converts, and ordaining two of their
missionaries.
The year was growing late when Miss Bird
returned to Montreal, where she stayed again with
the Bishop, quitting the See House regretfully for
New York, which she reached in a series of tedious
stages.
There, and in Boston, she lingered until the waning
of her travelling finances suggested home. Intro-
ductions from her Canadian friends procured her
influential social privileges, and she recorded with
warm appreciation all that she enjoyed and gained in
the two great American cities.
It was arranged that she should return to Halifax
in the Cunard steamer America to join seven of her
relatives, the Swabeys, bent on going back to
England, so that her homeward voyage was in
pleasant company and was uneventful. She reached
her home after seven months' absence, with £10 of
the original £100 in her pocket— better in health,
full of animation, and devoutly thankful to be once
more with her parents and sister in the peaceful
rectory of Wyton.
In 1854, during her absence, the parish of
Houghton-cum-Wyton received a new resident, who
became an intimate friend of the family at Wyton
Rectory. This was Mrs. George Brown, of The
Elms, and to her we owe the following reminiscences
of Isabella Bird's home and occupations during the
remaining years of the fifties.
Mrs. Brown writes:
36 FIRST TRAVELS [CHAP, n
Wyton Rectory, a roomy, gabled house of grey
brick, was pleasantly situated amongst fine old trees,
in which the rooks built year after year, and surrounded
by green pastures bordering the broad River Ouse,
which flows quietly in its fulness within a short distance
of the house. A piece of water fed by the river formed
a tiny lake close to the rectory. At that time Henrietta
was my friend, but I became acquainted with Isabella
soon after her return from America. I remember her
favourite outdoor occupations then were riding and
rowing, and we used often to meet along the roads
and on the river. The roads had broad margins of
grass, which favoured a pleasant gallop, and the
waters of moat and river made boating especially
delightful. Isabella was a fearless horsewoman, and
would mount any horse, however spirited. In later
years, when visiting at our house, she more than once
rode a horse which no lady had mounted before, and
she seemed to enjoy it all the more.
When she came home from America, she occu-
pied herself on the book, afterwards published by
Mr. Murray. It was her wont to write by night,
which occasioned encroachment on the hours of the
next day for needed rest and sleep; and this habit,
so early formed, lasted throughout her subsequent
literary undertakings. Many friendships were made
with families in neighbouring rectories, and the
coachman, who is still alive, remembers the rides he
took with his young mistress to visit them.
The ride most frequently taken was to Brampton
Park, where Lady Olivia Sparrow lived, a warm,
kind friend of Isabella's. This venerable lady took
a motherly interest in her young neighbour, whose
courage, energy, and studiousness were in harmony
with her own active nature. They were fast friends.
Isabella had long periods of spinal suffering, after
which she would brace herself to exercise. Reso-
lution, courage, endurance, the love of adventure,
LADY OLIVIA SPARROW.
From a picture by Ricliard Buckner, engraved by William Walker, 1854.
i855] FIRST BOOK 37
the power of overcoming difficulties, all characterised
her in those young days, as they did to the end.
Her friends realised that she would always carry
through her own ideas of what was best, and embody
them in action when and how she deemed suitable.
Her family had carefully preserved all her letters ;
and in her note-books were statistics and deductions
most studiously collected and recorded. Her father
urged her to revise these ample materials and give
them literary form. With this task she was occupied
during five months of 1855. It was not difficult; for
the letters narrated every day's doings and impres-
sions, and were full of vivacious description. Besides,
she loved writing for its own sake, and use and study
had developed her natural facility of expression.
Even in ordinary conversation her sentences came so
finely constructed that each might have been com-
mitted to print as it fell; and the habit of business
correspondence, begun in her work for the West
Highlanders, her early papers for magazines, and
her full diaries and notes on the summer visits
to Scotland, were in her case training sufficient
for the author's craft. Indeed, the articles already
referred to were noticeable in respect of style and
language.
In June, 1855, she met at Winchester House Mn
John Milford, the author of travels in Norway and
Spain, whose books were published by Mr. John
Murray. He was attracted by her vivacious account
of her recent adventures, and she confided to him
her desire to find a publisher for the now completed
manuscript, part of which had been sent to a Canadian
man of letters for corroboration and correction.
Mr. Milford read some of its chapters, and offered
to introduce her to Mr. John Murray, of Albemarle
38 FIRST TRAVELS [CHAP, n
Street. This was done at once, but it was not till
October i that she ventured to send her work to
the famous publisher, and to write to him herself.
Her letter illustrates the modesty which distinguished
her literary career from first to last, an integral
element of her character.
She wrote :
I have prepared for the press some travels in the
United States, Canada, and the Eastern Colonies in
North America, taken in the summer, autumn, and
winter of last year. The title is, The Car and the
Steamboat, and I, or rather some literary friends
whom I have consulted, think that there is sufficient
of novelty in them to justify their publication.
This was the beginning of a correspondence and
a friendship with Mr. and Mrs. Murray, and with
their son, which lasted almost half a century.
Mr. Murray accepted the manuscript, but objected
to its title, and suggested in preference The English-
woman in America ; and although Miss Bird scarcely
liked the change, considering it too pretentious for
a young authoress, she deferred to his judgment in
the matter, for her own "inventive genius failed."
By November, the printing of her book had well
begun, and she was correcting proofs most of that
and of the following month. The Englishwoman in
America appeared in January, 1856, and the edition
was very soon exhausted. She ordered forty-five
copies for herself at trade prices, and this led to a
correspondence upon booksellers' rights.
No [she wrote], I certainly will not undersell
the booksellers. These forty-five copies have been
ordered from me by friends in Ross-shire and Skye,
who are two hundred and fifty miles from the
nearest bookseller, and whose means of communication
with the civilised world are very few and far between.
i8s6] LITERARY SUCCESS 39
A yacht belonging to a friend is shortly going to
those northern regions, which will convey all the
copies.
Her book was shortly followed by one written by a
Miss Murray, in no way related to her friend and pub-
lisher, who was one of her fellow passengers on the
Canada. This lady went to America with the avowed
intention of writing a book. She took so perverted a
view of the slavery question that a Virginian slave-
owner said it would be quite worth while to pension
her, for the principal anti-slavery pressure was pro-
duced by the state of public feeling in England on
the subject. He did not, however, put his passing
reflection into substantial practice, and Miss Murray's
views lost her the appointment held prior to her
voyage.
Very soon both daily and weekly journals were
busy with Miss Bird's book. She was in London
when the Times eulogy appeared, and on her return
to Wyton she received four Canadian papers all
containing favourable reviews of The Englishwoman
in America and quoting from her account of Canada.
On the day that these were issued in Toronto, a
bookseller there received over fifty applications for
copies, and arrangements were made with Mr. Murray
to supply this demand. Even in America, where
her strictures on slavery could not be entirely
welcome, the book found many appreciative readers,
one of whom sent her a beautiful carbuncle bracelet
as a tribute of his admiration for the justice which
she had done to his country.
11 1 am vain enough," she wrote to Mr. Murray,
"to think that I have every reason to be satisfied
with its success and with the favourable general
criticism it has met with."
40 FIRST TRAVELS [CHAP. 11
Substantial cheques from her publisher endorsed
the literary verdict, and these helped her to carry
out a scheme for the benefit of West Highland fisher-
folk which had occupied her thoughts for some
years and towards which some of her friends con-
tributed. This was the provision of deep-sea fishing-
boats for the men in Skye, Ross-shire, lona, and
Mull, districts where poverty had stultified enterprise.
Her affection for the Highlanders and Islanders,
whose kindliness and deep religious convictions
half a century ago won the sympathetic regard of
their visitors from the south, prompted these efforts
on their behalf. She was in the Highlands during
three summer months of 1855 engaged in this phil-
anthropic experiment, and spent September at Balma-
carra House, whence she went to Broadford in Skye,
remote and desolate, for the route had not yet been
fully opened by Messrs. Hutcheson, whose Clansman
and Clydesdale alone ploughed the stormy northern
waves. When the steamer brought Mr. and Mrs.
Bird and their daughters and lowered them into the
boat, the shore would be lined with men and women
who rushed into the sea to drag their boat up on
the beach and to shake their hands again and again
with warm Gaelic greetings and inquiries. Long
afterwards Miss Bird talked of those heart-stirring
welcomes with tender retrospection as of golden
moments in the past, for she felt the pathos of that
dear Celtic remnant, unspoilt then by the vulgar
south — in touch with a mystical world, where past
and future reached out into the unseen ; where the
present was toil and sorrow, brief rapture and long
pain, but all beneath the Father's guiding eye—not
soiled with materialism and made sordid by unbelief,
but in both gloom and gleam spiritualised by the
i8s6] THE WEST HIGHLANDS 41
presence at all points of God — in the wind and in
the wave, on the mountain-top and on the moor.
For even their crimes were the outcome of a sort of
loftiness, the daring treachery, the fierce revenge,
the insult, the swelling boast, the wrath and its swift
violence. Children were they and lovable as children :
in their fantastic terrors and superstitions pagan
as children ; in their affection and loyalty spontaneous
as children; in their faith simple as children. No
wonder that this gifted and understanding woman
was drawn to the unspoilt Gaels, any one of whom
would have given his life to save or prosper hers.
" You should visit these wild West Highlands," she
wrote to Mr. Murray : " the air is so pure, the scenery
so magnificent, the enjoyment so keen and fresh."
Towards the end of 1856 her correspondent sug-
gested that she should co-operate in the preparation
of his series of guide-books and compile one upon
the West Highlands.
When you develop your idea [she wrote] I
daresay that I shall like to undertake it, if I am not
stinted in time, as I am not at all anxious for the
termination of our connection as author and publisher.
My pen has been idle, except that I have been fabri-
cating twelve papers on popular chemistry, a subject
in which I am deeply interested. We have spent three
months in Scotland each year for six years past, and
until this last summer I have always taken copious
notes on the various places which we have visited,
but I do not know how far these would be serviceable
in the compilation of a guide-book. I should be glad
if you would enlighten me as to the kind of work
you propose, and then we can discuss the subject on
my next visit to London, which will be early in the
season.
But the project fell through, because her health
declined with the spring of 1857, an(3 before the
42 FIRST TRAVELS [CHAP. H
season was far advanced the doctor urged her to
leave again for America. She intended to take a
six months' tour, but her numerous invitations and
introductions extended this term into almost a
whole year. It was deemed inexpedient to publish
a second volume of American travels so soon after
the first, and we are dependent on her own brief
summary contained in a letter written on April 26,
1858, for a precis of her movements.
I remained a fortnight at New York, which I had
visited before — from which point my route was new—
and three weeks in Philadelphia ; two months in the
slave states, Virginia, South Carolinax and Georgia;
a fortnight at Washington during the session of Con-
gress ; a month in the neighbourhood of Boston ; a
week at Longfellow's ; two months in a beautiful
village in Western Massachusetts ; two weeks at
Albany ; a week at Niagara ; two weeks at Toronto ;
one month in the bush ; two weeks at Detroit ; six
weeks in making a tour in the far, far west — over the
prairies of Illinois and Wisconsin, forty miles beyond
railroads, up the Upper Mississippi, into the Minnesota
Territory, to the Falls of Minnehaha, up Lake Huron
and to the extreme end of Lake Superior, and into the
Hudson's Bay Territory among the wild Indians — a
journey altogether of 2,000 miles, during which I did
not remain stationary for four weeks, as it was con-
sidered that frequent change was the most likely to
benefit my health.
It is a tantalising catalogue of journeys and stages
unrelieved by her bright comments, and but little
can now be retrieved of the incidents which enlivened
it. But the " week at Longfellow's " recalls a fading
reminiscence of her meeting many of the Concord
group of intellectuals in his house, a large country
house near Boston, where George Washington lived
for some years from 1775, while the War of Inde-
pendence was being waged. Here she saw the
IBS;] RELIGION IN UNITED STATES 43
sacred room in which he wrote his despatches. It
was either during this week, or when she stayed at
Concord, that she spent a memorable evening round
the great fireplace of the "Wayside Inn," with
Longfellow, Dana, Lowell, Emerson, and other
members of the fraternity. And in Concord she
became well acquainted with both Emerson and his
eccentric but interesting neighbour Thoreau, who
lived there with two kind, quaint sisters, during
intervals between his .experiments in solitude. The
American literary mind, so near to nature, so charged
with primal enthusiasm for truth and goodness, and
so optimistic, impressed her as peculiarly suited to
national needs.
In a little book, written in 1859, sne describes what
was her main subject of inquiry throughout this
tour in the United States. A great revival was in
progress, in which her father was deeply interested,
and to supply him with full information she thoroughly
investigated religious developments in America,
whether external as evidenced in the different
Churches, or internal as indicated by national
characteristics and education.
To secure an impartial and unprejudiced estimate,
she went to all the religious meetings, of .whatever
creed professed, and listened to no fewer than one
hundred and thirty sermons, some of them preached
to Indians, to trappers, to negroes and by negroes.
Perhaps' the service which moved her most was one
in the African Baptist Church in Richmond, held
on the last Sunday of 1857. An aged negro, called
upon to pray, did so in such a manner, reverent,
apt, and eloquent, with such perfect diction and
accent and with such a fulness of thoughtful petition,
that she burst into tears and declared afterwards
44 FIRST TRAVELS [CHAP, n
that her religious life was quickened and strengthened
for ever by this beautiful prayer uttered by a slave.
Another remembered fragment belongs to her
travels in the wild west. Standing on a little pier
by Lake Huron, waiting for the gangway to be
lowered from a steamer on which she was about
to embark, she was jostled off into deep water
between pier and steamer. A tall Red Indian leapt
down and seized her, saving her life, but not before
she had experienced, as on Lake Ontario, that sudden
reversion of memory to the past which is one of
the mental phenomena of drowning. No long pano-
rama of events appeared to her, however — only one
scene — her childish disobedience in slipping out of
bed to look at the ranunculuses, a scene forgotten
a few days after its occurrence.
Her return to Wyton Rectory was on April 3, 1858.
Her father, who — as she wrote that year — was the
" mainspring and object of her life," had been
strenuously at work in the cause of Sabbath ob-
servance and in that of temperance. He found
amongst the agricultural labourers of his parish too
many instances of ruined and debased lives due to
drinking, and in order to reach their consciences he
began to leave off the glass of wine with dinner so
usual then, and by autumn, 1857, was able to do
without it. Early next year he took the pledge
publicly, and declared that he had never been in
better health than during that winter. His daughter's
letters about the American revival had roused a
great desire that the awakening spirit might come
to England, and his daily prayer was, " Lord, revive
Thou Thy work in the midst of the years."
He had, indeed, begun a pamphlet on the subject,
and hoped to finish it soon after Isabella's return.
THE REV. EDWARD BIRD, MRS. BISHOP'S FATHER.
,858] MR. BIRD'S DEATH 45
On that April evening the little family group was
radiant with the joy of reunion, and without
forebodings of the heavy loss which was about to
fall upon it. A parting, longer far and more
agonising than any which they could have foreseen,
was at hand.
That very night Mr. Bird was attacked by influenza,
and a fortnight later a deep-seated abscess began
to form. He refused to forego his duty, and preached
in his own pulpit on April 18 for the last time.
On the 2ist his sufferings were so great that the
doctor forbade his rising, and a week later a surgical
operation took place. But he was too weak to
revive. On May 10 he asked them to kneel where
he could see them, and commended them in prayer
to God and to the hope of reunion in that inherit-
ance that fadeth not away, and on May 14 he died.
Towards the end he spoke almost constantly of
his flock. "Tell them," he said, "that my sole desire
has been to bring them to Jesus." During his last
night he was too feeble to do more than whisper,
but his whispers were ever of " the Friend that
sticketh closer than any brother"; and as he spoke
he smiled radiantly, as one comforted by the presence
of Him he loved.
In June Miss Bird wrote the short memorial sketch
already alluded to, from which these details have
been chosen. Her health, impaired by this blow,
and never strong at Wyton, drooped in the summer,
and in July she went with her mother and sister
to Scotland, and passed some months in the High-
lands, where she occupied herself in putting into
form her notes upon Aspects of Religion in the United
States. This was in response to her father's dying
wishes. She wrote in all nine papers, published in
46 FIRST TRAVELS [CHAP, n
The Patriot newspaper, and so much appreciated by
its readers that their republication in a separate form
was called for in the spring of 1859.
She had seen to the printing and publication of
her father's manuscript, Some Account of the Great
Religious Awakening now going on in the United
States, for which she had supplied him with statistics.
It was published by Messrs. Seeley in the very month
of his decease.
CHAPTER III
EDINBURGH AND WORK
WYTON was left behind, and for some time Mrs. Bird
and her daughters were without a settled home.
When the demand for a book on " Religion in
America" reached Miss Bird, she was visiting rela-
tives near Tunbridge Wells. She proposed to revise
her papers, and to make such alterations as would
suit them for readers not exclusively of the religious
world, but for those who were less likely to be
acquainted with their subject
The book was published by Messrs. Sampson
Low & Co., in the summer of 1859, and gave a
remarkable summary both of the sectional charac-
teristics of American creeds and churches, and of
their practical influence on the various divisions of
the nation. Thus, she pointed out that in the north,
Congregationalism and Puritan forms of worship
resulted from the stern virtue of the Puritan Fathers ;
that in the south, Episcopalianism was established
by the immigrant merchants and gentlemen ; and
that in the West, where were collected the restless
and enterprising elements of European and American
society, " every creed had its adherents and every
church its ministers, from Mormonism upwards."
It abounds in graphic description and illustration,
and ends with the declaration of her steady faith in
the growth of Christianity throughout America and
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48 EDINBURGH AND WORK [CHAP, m
the great country's destiny in carrying out God's
purposes towards the human race.
Just before Aspects of Religion in America was pub-
lished, Miss Bird spent three weeks in Ireland inves-
tigating what was known as the " Ulster Revival,"
a movement which had spread from America, and
which showed some of the undesirable features of
an excitement communicated rather than inspired.
She says, in a letter to Mr. Murray: "We saw the
movement in every denomination and in all its
phases, sober and extravagant. I never witnessed
anything more frightful than some scenes at Armagh."
That autumn, too, was spent in the Highlands,
and most of the winter in Edinburgh, where she
had begun to make many friends. Perhaps the
earliest of these were the Rev. George D. Cullen
and his daughter. Mr. Cullen had been much
interested in her articles on the American revival,
and had corresponded with her when they first
appeared. So it was to Miss Cullen that Miss Bird
wrote, when her mother decided to winter in Edin-
burgh, asking her to find them rooms, and to these
two friends they owed their first welcome to the
northern capital. They were subsequently led to
make their home there, partly because they loved
Scotland and because it was more convenient for the
West Highlands than the South of England, and
partly because in working for the fisher-folk and
crofters Miss Bird found helpers and sympathisers
in Edinburgh. She soon became acquainted with
Dr. Guthrie, Dr. Hanna, Dr. John Brown, and
Dr. Macdonald, of North Leith, all keenly interested
in the fragile little lady, whose spirited mind and
sympathetic insight gave her an exceptional power
of attracting and retaining friends.
1860] RESIDENCE IN EDINBURGH 49
In 1860 Mrs. Bird took a comfortable flat at No. 3
Castle Terrace, where they lived for many years.
It must have been in that year that I first met
Miss Bird. She had an introduction to Professor
and Mrs. Blackie, then resident at 24 Hill Street,
where she called one afternoon when I was present.
The memory of a small, slight figure dressed in
mourning is still vivid — of her white face shining
between the black meshes of a knitted Shetland veil ;
of her great, observant eyes, flashing and smiling,
but melancholy when she was silent; of her gentle-
ness and the exquisite modesty of her manner; and,
above all, of her soft and perfectly modulated voice,
never betrayed into harshness or loudness, or even
excitement, but so magnetic that all in the room
were soon absorbed in listening to her. The incident
which she narrated has long been forgotten, but
the manner of it lives to this day — the skill of her
delicately woven sentences, her perfect choice of
words, the value of what she told, the point and
vivacity of it all. Longing to know her better, my
aunt (Miss Frances Stoddart) and I called on Mrs. Bird,
and so began a friendship which endured for my aunt
whilst she lived, and for myself whilst the life I am
now recording lasted.
Miss Bird was in those years often suffering from
spinal prostration, and could seldom rise before noon ;
but all her correspondence was done in the morning,
as well as many of her numerous articles for The
Leisure Houry The Family Treasury, Good Words, and
Sunday at Home. She wrote propped up by pillows,
a flat writing-board upon her knees, and letters or
sheets of manuscript scattered around her. Often
she laid down her pen to greet some privileged
visitor, and sometimes sacrificed an hour or more
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So EDINBURGH AND WORK [CHAP, m
to advise, suggest, console, and stimulate. Dr. Moir
attended her then, but after a few years he brought
Dr. Grainger Stewart to take his place.
She was able to make calls, attend committee
meetings and do business in the afternoons, and
occasionally to dine out, although she was chary
of too frequent social fatigues. Wherever she went
she became without effort the most absorbing person
present, and an hour spent with her was worth many
dinner-parties, even in those brilliant Edinburgh days.
It was her power of forgetting herself entirely in
the person whose character, mind, or mood she was
seeking to help that made her so effective a friend.
She was never blind to defects in her acquaint-
ances ; indeed, she noted them keenly, but she did
not visit them with the appalling self-righteousness
of commoner natures. It is difficult now to feel
that she disliked defects so much as one's friends
usually do ; perhaps they lent piquancy to the
worthier qualities, and she preferred the complex
to the obvious. But her eyes searched out all
qualities, and brought them, if not to judgment, cer-
tainly to comment. She was sometimes accounted
insincere, as she was accounted inaccurate ; no
more unjust criticism was ever passed. The keen-
ness and thoroughness of her penetration made her
sincere, tolerant, and all-forgiving. She allowed her-
self to comment on all qualities alike, but those
comments of a more critical character were not offered
spontaneously, they were drawn from her by others,
whilst her expressions of warm appreciation came
unsuggested and unstinted. Frail, dependent on the
love of mother and sister, timid, often disinclined to
make a stand for her own opinions, she was none
the less an absolutely independent observer, and
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used, in order to complete her own judgment, not
the idle words of others, but the deep, pardoning,
understanding love of the Christ who lived in
her.
One influential element of her life, from its earliest
years till she was left solitary, was her deep home
affection. Mere acquaintances scarcely noticed it, for
it was never paraded, but each member of her family
was wrapped up in devotion for the other, and each
armed the others for happiness. Natural and acquired
reserve concealed this mutual affection from the out-
side world, and even their dearest friends saw but
a gleam of it now and then. It was enough that it
was realised and understood amongst themselves,
and its satisfying presence filled their hearts with
courage in all their undertakings.
To help their beloved Highlanders was one of
the undertakings which lay nearest to the hearts of
Miss Bird and her mother and sister. Summer by
summer they continued to make Oban their head-
quarters. Mr. Hutcheson gave all brothers of the
pen and pencil free passes on his steamers, and
included Miss Bird in his generous franchise. She
used his passes freely, and made many voyages
amongst the islands. Everywhere there was dis-
tress— blighted potato crops, poor harvests, acute
poverty. Captain Otter, of the Government Naval
Survey Service, lived just outside Oban, in the Manor
House, where great fuchsias clambered up the white
walls, loving the wet western wind. His wife knew
the islands well, and in relieving their starving people
joined with Miss Bird in organising plans for the
emigration of some, and for the industrial employment
of others. Miss Bird originated the Harris cloth
manufacture, the success of which was mainly due to
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Mrs. Otter, Mrs. Thomas, Mrs. Clifton, and other
ladies who were drawn into co-operation with her.
Lady Gordon Cathcart, whose crofters in the Outer
Hebrides were in desperate need, welcomed the
emigration scheme to which Miss Bird was devoting
herself, and assisted in the transport of the Islanders
to Canada, where they were to find land, labour,
fellow countrymen, and encouragement. Miss Bird
took upon herself the correspondence required to
carry out this enterprise. Her acquaintance with
Canada and her influential friends there were her
capital, and she wrote to them with such fulness of
detail and with such admirable suggestions that they
were prompted to give willing assistance in just the
manner desired. There remained the passages to
secure and the outfits to provide. Concerning the
passages she sought advice from Messrs. Allan, and
induced Mrs. Otter to accompany her on her visit
to their office in Glasgow.
This brought about her introduction to Mr.
Nathaniel Dunlop, who remembers the occasion well,
and writes :
It was during the early sixties that Mrs. Otter called
upon me, accompanied by a bright young lady, who
I learned was Miss Bird, to arrange for the passages
to Canada of crofters and their families from the
Western Highlands. The impression left by our inter-
view is of my great desire to serve the singularly
gifted young lady well. She astonished me by her
energy and her capacity in making arrangements for
the conveyance of the emigrants. She paid me several
visits in respect to these, and took a personal interest
in the minutest details. When all was settled and her
people were about to embark, she was amongst them,
seeing to their every want. The embarkation took
place the day before their departure. Miss Bird
remained with them all night, and when the official
visit prior to their departure took place she had them
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marshalled in order, tidy and cheerful. The sadness
at leaving their native shore had given place to cheer-
fulness— due to Miss Bird's presence amongst them,
to the completeness of the arrangements for their
comfort which she had secured, and to the bright
hopes for their future well-being which she had
inspired.
This was the first of a succession of such embarka-
tions in the years between 1862 and 1866. Mr. Dunlop
goes on to say :
Several scenes of this kind, in which Miss Bird was
the chief actor, come to my memory, and the impres-
sions that remain of those early emigrant times are
the pleasantest and most vivid of all my experiences.
There was something in Miss Bird that filled every
one with whom she came in contact with a desire to
serve her. She never complained of inattention to
her people, nor asked for special consideration for
them or for herself. She was personally self-denying,
her only wish being to make others happy. There
was a fascination in all her ways. She was small of
stature, simple and neat in her attire, and was full of
a refined humour that brightened her conversation.
There was always a grace in what she said, and an
ever-present evidence of latent intellectual power ;
and presiding over all there was a dignity that forbade
the slightest approach to familiarity.
Of the outfits supplied to her emigrants I have
personal recollections. Miss Bird provided new gar-
ments for them all. Her mother and sister helped
her energetically, and friends who knew what was
required gladly brought her cloth for gowns, coats,
and kilts, calico and flannel, and such necessaries
as brushes, combs, shawls, bags, and hold-alls. The
chief difficulty lay in getting the materials made up
in time, but that was overcome by a series of sewing-
bees, managed by Miss Phcebe Blyth. Miss Bird
was herself an excellent needle-woman, had sewed
smogks at the age of six, and was prouder of her
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dressmaking than of her bookmaking. The measur-
ing, folding, unfolding and refolding, the despair of
completing twelve kilts in time, the many regretful
visions of twelve unhappy Highland laddies strug-
gling with those twisted and uneasy skirts have never
been forgotten.
The emigrants were not only sent out with a
respectable " plenishing," not only sped on their way
by Miss Bird, but were committed to the care of
friends in the States and in Canada, who saw to their
settlement and favourable start on grants of lands
and in the backwoods. And she visited them after
their first difficulties were surmounted. Mr. Dunlop
continues :
One man alone of those who shared with myself
in the shipping part of the work remains, and when
I asked him if he recollected Isabella Bird and her
Highlanders, — "Yes," he cried, "I mind her well, and
a grand woman she was. She went out with us in
the St. David in 1866, to Portland, Maine, when I
was an officer in the ship. She went out to visit the
people she had helped to settle in Canada." I have
every reason to believe that she was instrumental
in founding a prosperous settlement.
The crofters sent out were from the Hebrides
only : Miss Bird had no power to help emigrants
from the mainland.
Her social life expanded during the years that she
was thus engaged. She was, while her mother lived,
less tempted to wander afar than in later years,
because the long summer drew them all northwards,
and her constant voyages and the arrangements
which she had to make supplied occupation, fresh
air, and change sufficient to maintain her in a
measure of health. lona had grown especially dear
to her. The Birds were in the habit of living in
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the fisher-huts, where they acquainted themselves
with simple fare, long before the St. Columba Inn
was built. The Duke of Argyll, the Bishop of Argyll
and the Isles, and Mr. Skene were Isabella's guides
and instructors, and there was nothing connected
with the archaeology and sacred history of the island
which she did not know, while its shores and rocks
and flowery knolls were all familiar and dear to
her, as truly as its Street of the Dead and tombs of
kings, its Runic crosses and pillow of St. Columba.
Sometimes Professor and Mrs. Blackie would come
over to lona and live on fish and girdle cakes, eggs
and butter, and she would act as guide to both.
This friendship had grown very important to her,
and Mrs. Blackie had gladly welcomed into her inner
circle of friends one so devoted to well-doing, so
exceptional in mind and character, so understanding,
so unassuming and yet so instinct with power. Edin-
burgh knew nothing about Miss Bird's early literary
success, but was beginning to read her articles in
The Leisure Hour and The Sunday Magazine, although
it was rather her personality than her writings which
gave her the passport to all that was intellectually
and therefore socially best in the city.
To Mrs. Blackie she turned with the same at-
traction which she herself inspired, and we owe most
of our acquaintance with this period of her life to their
correspondence. A letter from Miss Bird written in
the autumn of 1864 — after Professor and Mrs. Blackie
had left Oban, about the time that their thoughts
were dwelling on a possible home above Kerrera and
its Sound — gives a vivid account of one of Miss Bird's
island tours.
I must sketch our ongoings since we left Oban
for "parts unknown." I had a very rainy voyage to
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Skye, and reached Kyleakin at 3.30 on a gloomy
morning. The Saturday was tolerable, and we went
to Castle Bay, but the weather changed and I caught
a bad cold and all my strength went. That terrible
gale was very grand there, and on Tuesday, in coming
round Ardnamurchan, the waves were as grim and
resistless as human destiny. It was a miserable voyage
of fourteen hours' storm and hail and sorrow. Near
Tobermory, a passenger fell from the bridge and was
drowned. Ana the gaze of the dead looking its last
upon the familiar sky has haunted me ever since. Then
a gentleman had an apoplectic fit in the saloon. Then
we swamped a boat and saved the lives with difficulty,
ending by running into the Pioneer at Oban Pier.
The next day I joined mama and Hennie at Ardgour,
and on the Friday came down to Oban for a hamper of
food, leaving them on Appin Pier, but the Charon
would not take them to Lismore till the next day, when
I rejoined them and we remained there six days. I never
before realised my ideal of quiet and pure primitive
life. It was delicious. It seemed as if a heavenly balm
stole in at every mental pore, and as if the invisible,
usually shut out by the material, came very near. We
never saw a creature excepting the interesting and
patriarchal family where we lodged, and the perpetual
gale prevented communication with the mainland.
Our sounds were barkings, cacklings, lowings,
bleatings, with the endless harmonies and discords of
winds and waves. On Friday I went to Ballachulish
and Corpach in the Pioneer, and we met at Appin and
all came home in the evening to Oban, but we intend
to return to our solitude to-morrow and to remain till
Friday. I have been going about in the Pioneer in a
tarpaulin coat and sou'-wester hat ! I have observed
that Scotch characteristic of " roaring out " confidences
on board, the voice rising as the revelations deepen in
interest, and have learned most singular bits of history
owing to this national peculiarity.
It was Mrs. Blackie's habit to visit her in Edinburgh
every Thursday morning when it was possible, and
these visits were cherished and guarded by both, only
illness or absence from home being permitted to hinder
them. Their talks were of deep things, spiritual,
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emotional, intellectual, revelations each to each of
aspiration and failure. So much we may gather from
their letters to each other, which often refer to subjects
touched upon in their weekly converse.
Miss Bird's frail health had induced habits which at
this time disturbed her conscience— late rising, frequent
meals, careful protection of her time and strength
against intrusion, perhaps too marked an avoidance
of tedious persons and engagements. These were
Dr. Moir's orders, and were sound sense when she
was prostrated with recurrent spinal attacks ; but she
was conscious that they encroached upon her higher
nature and hindered its growth.
I feel [she wrote in 1864] as if my life were
spent in the very ignoble occupation of taking care
of myself, and that unless some disturbing influences
arise I am in great danger of becoming perfectly
encrusted with selfishness, and, like the hero of
Romola, of living to make life agreeable and its path
smooth to myself alone. Indeed, this summer I have
made very painful discoveries on this subject and
long for a cheerful intellect and self-denying spirit,
which seeketh not its own and pleaseth not itself.
It was at this time that she was straining mind
and hand to provide passages, outfits, and settlement
for her emigrant crofters. But there was some reason
for her plaint against herself — in that she was not
able " to suffer fools gladly," and refused them admis-
sion. Poverty was never repulsed ; she was as
courteous to a maid-servant as to a countess ; but
those who were permitted to visit her required some
qualification, either of usefulness to her work, or of
affinity. She was inclined at that time to elect and
select, and to discourage general advances.
I remember many a bright gathering at No. 3,
Castle Terrace, when artists, professors, poets, and
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publishers were present. One occasion is specially
vivid, when Dr. John Brown came, after taking
precautions against "being mixed up with strong-
minded women," and when he bandied genial quips
with Professor Blackie, Dr. Hanna, Mr. Constable, Sir
Noel Paton, Mr. Fraser Tytler, and Alexander Smith.
Miss Bird was interested in the Scottish churches
and their assemblies. Her father's example inclined
her from the first to large-minded intercourse with
Presbyterians and Episcopalians alike. As a rule, the
Birds attended St. Thomas's Church, but they were
enthusiastic for Dr. Candlish, whose church was near ;
and Isabella was often to be found in Free St. John's,
either listening to Dr. Hanna's lectures on the life of
our Lord, or to Dr. Guthrie's impassioned oratory in the
afternoon. To Dr. Hanna she owed much, and warmly
acknowledged his help in the things of the Spirit.
He could divine her perplexities almost before she
admitted them, and his courageous treatment, so far
in advance of that age, of the Life of lives, with its
reverent devotion to our divine Lord, made his faith
a fortification to her own. She saw much of him
during the sixties and seventies, and deplored his
retirement when health failed him.
We find her catching the Assembly epidemic and
attending without prejudice the most interesting
debates in all three, enjoying especially, in 1865,
the Innovation Debate in the Established Assembly.
In the summer of that year Professor Blackie was
disappointed by the unwillingness of London pub-
lishers to accept his Homer, issued afterwards by
Messrs. Edmonstone & Douglas, and her sympathy
for Mrs. Blackie was warm and spontaneous:
If am able to comfort you at all, it is that my own
connection with literary life enables me to enter into
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your sorrow, the keenest element of which is dis-
appointment for one so truly loved and worthy of
love. That his book may bring him in the fame
wherewith you long to see him crowned I earnestly
desire, and I by no means despair of this, althougn
I am aware that it will have to fight its way to the
vantage ground from which it could have started
if it had been undertaken by Mr. Murray. The
beautiful way in which the Professor has taken it
greatly ennobles him, and this and many other such
conquests and unworldly deeds will ever form his
most durable and blessed fame.
She was busy with literary work herself during
that spring and summer. " I have earned .£30 this
month, and the 'accumulative passion' is wakening. I
have to complete another paper on hymns by June 5."
These papers were published in The Sunday Maga-
zine during parts of 1865, 1866, and 1867. They
were eight in number, and involved minute research.
It was after a conversation with Dr. Hanna that,
astonished at the fulness of her acquaintance with the
beautiful old hymns of the Church, he suggested the
papers.
The first deals with the " Early Hymns," and begins
with an allusion to the praises of God sung at the
world's birth by the morning stars, who heralded
the hour " when angels bent over the plain of Judea
to sing the sweetest song that ever pealed over
our sin-smitten earth when the Babe was born in
Bethlehem." It speaks of the Gospel hymns (the
Magnificat, the Benedictus, and the Nunc Dimittis\
then of the simple lauds of the post-Apostolic Church,
and of Syriac and Greek hymns. She gives in great
part her own translations of those quoted, and the
paper ends with the hymn sung at the lighting of
the evening lamp perhaps as early as the first century,
and preserved by St. Basil,
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Three papers succeed each other in the May, June,
and July numbers of The Sunday Magazine for 1865,
and are devoted to " The Latin Hymns of the Church,"
covering the period between St. Jerome in the fourth
and the decadence after the thirteenth century, and
indicating the hold which hymns acquired and retained
in Western Europe.
Christian poetry became popular [she wrote], and
wherever Latin Christianity penetrated, hymns were
the expression of the new thoughts, fears, and hopes
which were stirring to their depths the souls of men ;
and in accent and rhyme essentially popular, appeal-
ing to the ears of all; in their simple rise and fall
appreciable by all — the immortal longings of the new
Christian life were breathed forth.
She indicates the stage at which the decaying and
undevout Church destroyed this form and in Leo X.'s
time classicised the Latin hymns after the model of
Horace, and so robbed the people of their heritage;
and she warns us against accepting as veritable
productions of the true Church of Christ all the
quaint and often farcical conceits of monkish hymn-
writers.
In the second paper Miss Bird deals more par-
ticularly with the exquisite hymns of St. Bernard of
Clairvaux and St. Bernard of Clugny, of Robert II.
and other great writers of the twelfth century, and
amongst them she interpolates one with the more
personal and subjective character which marks it as
of later, probably Renaissance, date. This is given in
her own translation, and may be quoted.
IN THE FIELD
Fighting the battle of life
With a weary heart and head ;
Far in the midst of the strife
The banners of joy are fled ;
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Fled and gone out of sight,
When I thought they were so near j
And the music of hope this night
Is dying away on my ear.
Fighting alone to-night —
With not even a stander-by
To cheer me on in the fight,
Or to hear me when I cry.
Only the Lord can hear,
Only the Lord can see
The struggle within how dark and drear,
Though quiet the outside be.
Lord, I would fain be still
And quiet behind my shield ;
But make me to love Thy will,
For fear I should ever yield.
Even as now my hands,
So doth my folded will
Lie waiting Thy commands
Without one anxious thrill.
But as with sudden pain
My hands unfold and clasp,
So doth my will start up again
And taketh its old firm grasp.
Nothing but perfect trust,
And love of Thy perfect will, ( if>
Can raise me out of the dust,
And bid my fears lie still.
O Lord, Thou hidest Thy face,
And the battle-clouds prevail ;
Q grant me Thy most sweet grace,
That I may not utterly fail !
Fighting alone to-night,
With what a sickening heart 1 —
Lord Jesus, in the fight,
O stand not Thou apart 1
The author is unknown, and we can imagine this
to be the outpouring of some anxious heart awaiting
trial, for loving Christ better than His perverted
Church, in Reformation times. The article ends
with the Hymns of Judgment.
The concluding paper goes over the ground of
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the whole Latin hymnology, with definite classi-
fication into Ambrosian, Mediaeval, and Transition
periods, and concludes with an exquisite reflection
upon the last :
For several centuries the Latin Hymns were em-
phatically " songs of the night," and when the day at
last dawned it was upon men sitting in the region and
shadow of death, with death's heavy atmosphere all
around them. It is not wonderful that the poetry
should reflect the autumn-time, and that the plaintive
cry of distress should overpower the murmur of
thanksgiving, for the spirit of bondage unto fear had
returned, the " lame hands of faith " which grasped
the Cross were paralysed by doubt, and the misgivings
of the fearful were never set at rest, until the river was
crossed, and the Master's voice of welcome fell upon
the ears of His trembling servants.
As we already know, Miss Bird crossed the Atlantic
in the early spring of 1866 to visit her settlement
in Canada, so that it was not till May of that year
that she was able to resume her papers. It is,
however, advisable to review the series without
biographical interruption. In that month she con-
tributed an article on the development of German
Hymnology and the Reformation and the Revival of
praise. " It was on the wings of hymns," she wrote,
" which embodied and popularised the new doctrines,
that the Reformation flew through Germany. The
Latin sacred poetry was speedily lost in the German
Christian lyric."
She draws attention to the richness of Danish and
German Protestant Hymnologies two centuries before
England and Scotland found the "new song."
In the two succeeding articles she sketched the
meagre hymnology of the time of Queen Elizabeth,
whose writers she illustrated with careful quotation.
She recognised its rare praise, its melancholy, its
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tendency to trivial conceits, its formality, its want
of spontaneity, its occasional homeliness almost
verging upon coarseness.
Miss Bird contributed " The Emblematists " to
The Sunday Magazine for September, 1867. In this
paper she deals with Donne, Quarles, and Herbert,
preferring Dr. John Donne and quoting his "Hymn
to God the Father," which was " set to a solemn
and stately tune, and was regularly sung at the con-
clusion of public worship in St. Paul's." But her
account of Herbert is naturally more attractive than
those of Donne and Quarles, and she reminds us
that his Temple is the prayer-book in poetry. This
literary work of Miss Bird's, executed at 3 Castle
Terrace, is characteristic : it was so good, so instructive,
so well handled and so well written.
Again a great sorrow awaited her. Mrs. Bird
had been tempted south the previous autumn, but
returned from a round of visits greatly exhausted,
and her daughters were anxious about her all
winter. In April Dr. Moir suggested a change, and
she had gone to Bridge of Allan with Henrietta
during Isabella's brief absence : at first she rallied
and enjoyed walking and driving. Then a spell
of bitter east wind undid all the benefit received and
bronchitis kept her a prisoner till May, when they
went to Gourock, where a milder climate revived her
wonderfully. They stayed there till Isabella's
return, and she joined them for a day or two, driving
with them to Greenock to see Henrietta on board
the Clansman, bound for Tobermory, after which
Isabella took her mother home to 3 Castle Terrace.
But the east wind was again in full force, and for
weeks she was very poorly. It was some time
before she could be persuaded to give up her habit
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of rising at six o'clock, that she might have a long
time for her morning devotions, but soon there was
no question of her rising at all. In her last days
she was much soothed by her daughters singing to
her her favourite hymns, and on August 14 the end
came.
She was laid in her grave in the Dean Cemetery,
and Mr. Bird's coffin was brought from Houghton
and lowered beside hers. On her headstone were
engraved her own chosen words : " With Christ,
which is far better."
" She has been my one object for the eight years
of her widowhood," Miss Bird wrote, "and her stimu-
lating presence has been ever beside me."
To both sisters her death was a crushing blow,
and they left Edinburgh for nearly six months,
Henrietta to Tobermory, Isabella to London, Tun-
bridge Wells, and Farnham.
They returned in February, 1867. Mrs. Blackie,
with tender thoughts for their feelings, went early,
on the day of their home-coming, to 3 Castle Terrace,
and with deft touches altered the arrangement of
their sitting-room, filled vases with flowers and saw
to the setting of their dinner-table, so that the first
sight of the vacant place might be tempered with just
enough of change to spare them too poignant pain.
Your kindness [wrote Miss Bird] gave us both such
a singular feeling. Nothing makes a place so like
home as the presence of those who love us, and in
returning to Edinburgh I do feel it more homey
than any other place can be, even apart from its
sacred memories. We very much like the alterations,
but we have replaced the sideboard, for its removal
made the room look too unlike the one in which
my treasure lived and died.
While at Farnham Castle with the Bishop of
MRS. EDWARD BIRD, MRS. BISHOP'S MOTHER.
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Winchester, Miss Bird put into literary shape her
notes of the tour made in 1860 to the Outer Hebrides,
for which she had taken sketches on the spot. Both
she and her sister were artists, Henrietta the finer
of the two. Her journal made five papers for The
Leisure Hour of September and October, 1867, which
record her voyage to North Uist and her visits in
H.M.S. Shamrock and H.M.S. Rose to South Bernera,
Barra, Vallay, Baleshere, Benbecula, Grimasay, and
South Uist, and end sadly : " The islands are but ' a
fisherman's walk, two steps and overboard/ hummocks
of rock rising out of desolate, rainy seas, deserts
without an oasis, the sport of winds and waves."
Henrietta Bird devoted herself to study more than
ever. She worked at Hebrew, Greek, and Latin and
lived her own gentle life, shrinking from Edinburgh
dinners and parties, but cultivating some quiet
friendships and giving a radiant welcome to all
Isabella's visitors. Her artistic power had grown
with constant practice in the Highlands, and many
a lovely scene in sunset light or morning glory was
caught and kept by her skilled hand. There was
an inspiration in Henrietta as true and almost as
powerful as in Isabella, but it expressed itself in
beautiful thoughts and reveries ; in loving deeds that
her own left hand was not permitted to know ; in
extraordinary acquaintance with the Scriptures, for
whose sake she studied both Hebrew and Greek ; in
poetry and in painting, both arts delicately used to
utter the expression of her own soul, pure, gentle,
tender, and self-suppressing.
Professor and Mrs. Blackie had realised by the
autumn of 1866 their dream of a Highland home,
and Altnacraig stood complete on a little plateau
above the Sound of Kerrera, a place to be remembered
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by all who were honoured with the freedom of its
gracious hospitality. One of its earliest invited guests
was Miss Bird, but she could not go that sad autumn,
and it was wiser for her to refrain from scenes which
acutely reminded her of the beloved dead.
Both sisters went to Oban in the summer of 1867
and visited many old haunts, but Isabella still
shrank from Altnacraig, for the Professor's house
was full of guests, and she preferred quiet weeks
with Miss Clayton, who let her occupy herself
exactly as she wished to do. She wrote towards
the close of summer :
I should not like to be the skeleton at the feast.
Instead I hope to go with you to Ardrishaig on
Monday, when I may have a chance of a quiet talk
with you. Hennie and I have been spending a very
interesting day at Lismore. No place in the Highlands
has equally happy associations to me.
But next year she made out the visit to Altnacraig,
and a letter written on July 20 suggests how it
had charmed her:
Altnacraig is constantly before me in its perfect
beauty ; it spoils one for everything else. I only
feel that if I lived there as long as you do I should
be in danger of practising Edgar Poe's heartless
maxim — " Forget the painful, suppress the disagree-
able, banish the ugly." My visit was delicious at
the time and is delicious in memory, as a brief,
bright episode of peace. Vainly I waved from the
deck of the Chevalier \ The blue smoke, as from a
newly lighted fire, curled lazily up from your kitchen
chimney, your blinds were all drawn, and I mentally
ejaculated, '"Go to the ant, you sluggards!" It
looked so lovely, I wished I had just begun my visit.
During the winter and spring of 1868 Miss Bird
was occupied with the appalling conditions of the
Old Town of Edinburgh. The subject came to
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her notice through the work done by Dr. Guthrie's
Ragged Schools, upon which she had written an
article for The Leisure Hour in 1861, and her interest
was quickened by acquaintance with the Pleasance
Mission and the efforts being made in the Cowgate,
Cannongate, and Vennel.
Now that her emigration work was over, she
turned her special attention to the perplexing problem
of helping the unhappy denizens of these slums.
She visited the tenements where they congregated
in squalor and filth, making little effort at cleanliness,
since it was hopeless to keep clean what in weariness
they scrubbed ; for added to the foulness of their
rooms was a most inadequate water service, and
they could count on its supply for only three hours
in each day. Whisky was unlimited, and its taps
flowed at every corner. It cost money, indeed, but
then it gave respite in drunken dreams from the
hideousness of waking life; it meant ruin of body
and soul, torture of children, hatred of one another,
brawling and murder, but it also meant excitement,
that dreadful drama, ever in action on street and stair-
case, which is so often an absorbing tragedy. And
all because for generations the poor had been penned
into what was deemed their proper place, and they
had matriculated there in vice and misery, making
perpetual riot, because they had never known what
cleanliness and peace of soul and body meant. Early
in 1869 Miss Bird wrote her Notes on Old Edinburgh,
and spared no detail of the civic shame.
She put her name as the writer of The English-
woman in America upon its title-page, and attributed
to that its great success ; but, indeed, men's minds,
hearts, and eyes were opening to look upon the
distressful existence of the masses, and to haste to
68 EDINBURGH AND WORK [CHAP, m
their rescue, and since that time the cause of the
poor has been the war-cry of an army of God's
servants. But then philanthropy was only rubbing
its eyes awake from slumber. It seemed to be
exclusively the role of great men and women — John
Howard, Elizabeth Fry, Wilberforce, Thomas Guthrie
— and their helpers ; it had not then become a prin-
ciple in each individual life, as it is growing to be.
Miss Bird's brain was busy with the problem, and
schemes for a measure of cleanliness occurred to her
as possible in the meantime, until town councillors
and landlords should be coerced into action. So
she spent five weeks of the winter in London to
inform herself thoroughly in the details of a practic-
able project, and visited several wash-houses estab-
lished in the East End for the convenience of its
overcrowded population.
Admiral and Mrs. Otter lent her and her sister
the manor-house at Oban for a month of the early
summer of 1869, induced by Dr. Moir's verdict that
Miss Bird must go to the sea, sleep on the ground
floor, and be out in a boat most of the day. This
hospitable offer was accepted from the middle of
May, and was extended to nearly the end of June,
as the Otters remained absent from home till then.
On June 2 she was so much better that Henrietta
left her to pay some visits in England, and had
hardly gone when her sister was seized with inflam-
mation of the throat, and was " as ill as could be
with choking, aching, leeches, poultices, doctors twice
a day, etc."
Fortunately Miss Clayton was able to hasten
northwards to nurse her, but much of June was
wasted in illness and spent in her bedroom, which
happily had a lovely view and received the westering
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sunshine. Before June ended she was able to be out
again, and row gently about the coast and across to
Kerrera.
Before the publication of her Notes on Old Edinburgh,
by Messrs. Edmonstone & Douglas, much of her time
was spent with Miss Clayton and the Miss Kers, who
lived at 28 Rutland Square. Miss Clayton had helped
to nurse Mrs. Bird in 1866, and was dear to Isabella as
a sister. Although the flat at 3 Castle Terrace was
retained till the spring of 1872, her great spinal
weakness made the stair an obstacle at times of
greater suffering than usual, and it was Miss
"•Clayton's pleasure to have her as a guest, and to
nurse her. She was a woman of exceptionally
bright intelligence, always entering fully into Miss
Bird's interests, and they enjoyed each other's society.
When she stayed at 28 Rutland Square, Miss
Clayton went to her room immediately after break-
fast, and they had an hour of talk before the
busy day began. Isabella's energy was a constant
source of anxiety to Miss Clayton, who used vainly
to remonstrate with her when she attempted ex-
peditions for which she seemed bodily unfit, and
from which she always returned in a state of
collapse ; and at these vain entreaties Isabella would
compare her to a mother-hen distracted with the
doings of her duckling brood, and would call her
" Hen " in affectionate raillery.
CHAPTER IV
IN JOURNEYINGS OFT
OF the early summer of 1870 we have but scanty
record. Henrietta Bird spent July in lodgings at
Tobermory, but in that month Isabella was at home,
frail and in pain. Dr. Moir suggested a steel net
to support her head at the back when she required
to sit up, her suffering being caused by the weight
of her head on a diseased spine. During the last
week of July she was sufficiently relieved by this
contrivance to take great pleasure in an unexpected
visit from her cousins Professor Lawson l and his
elder brother, whom she had not seen for fifteen
years.
I enjoyed their coming [she wrote to Mrs. Blackie],
they were so lively and so affectionate and enthusiastic
about Edinburgh and Scotland. It was so funny, sud-
denly to find myself playing hostess to two charming
young men. Hennie has only come home to renew
her clothes and go back to Tobermory. I spent one
evening with Lady Emma Campbell, and on Friday
she brought Sir John McNeill to afternoon tea with
me. She says that "with her infinite happiness an
infinite terror is linked I " She is indescribably happy
and so fascinating — all tenderness, womanliness, and
brightness. Read Studious Women, by Bishop Dupan-
loup. I like it better than any of the contributions
to the literature of the women question. Oh, how
I hate this war — all wars I Do not you long for a King
1 Professor of Botany and Rural Economy at Oxford.
70
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to come whose title to universal dominion shall be
Righteousness, and in whose beneficent reign men shall
learn war no more ?
During her long days of prostration she read
incessantly. She had the freedom of Professor
Blackie's library, and ends this letter with : " Lend
me the Seven Lamps of Architecture and Matthew
Arnold's Poems, the volume which contains ' Em-
pedocles on Etna.' " Later she went first to London,
and then north, as we learn from Lady Middleton,
who writes:
I first knew Isabella Bird in 1870. Travelling up
to Applecross in the same boat as her sister Henrietta,
we fraternised, and she told me Miss Bird was coming
up to visit a " ladies' school " on the Applecross estate.
I told my mother-in-law, who invited her to make
Applecross House her hotel for the two or three days
she required to be on the place. From that time
began a friendship that lasted — notwithstanding gaps
sometimes of years in contact of communication — till
her death.
Mrs. Bishop's first letter to Lady Middleton — then
the Hon. Mrs. Willoughby — supplements this earliest
of many recollections and gives a detailed account
of her project for helping the Edinburgh poor. It
is also interesting for its allusion to Miss Gordon
Gumming, whom she met for the first time at
Applecross, and with whom she maintained a warm
and admiring friendship in after years.
The letter is dated September 29, 1870, from
Balmacarra House, Ross-shire :
,.,.;• P" ;*/ j? . ' ,' > ' • "• , . • ' ; i i ( •""'*> v'v > -
I received your very welcome note on my arrival
here from Loch Hourn, but a wretched cold which
continues to stultify my intellect has prevented me
from answering it. I wished to say, in answer to
your generous thought, that since my " wicked book "
\_Notes on Old Edinburgh] was written, several taps or
spigots have been placed in closes, which formerly
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depended on that one well ; also that in the present
state of things, with six reservoirs out of seven abso-
lutely dry, and rich as well as poor dependent on a
supply during only three hours of the day, the new
water-trust is unable to sanction even the erection of
a drinking-fountain, much less such a well as you so
kindly propose. So the poor must continue to suffer
and to slake their thirst with the whisky which stimu-
lated it, till true notions of love and justice control the
wretched landlords, who are making wealth out of
the dismal dens which they call "house property."
In the meantime, owing to the " city improvements,"
which consist in pulling down the old houses and
building handsome, high-rented streets on their
sites, the overcrowding is worse even than it was
when I described it. Several thousand pounds are
forthcoming for the purpose of either rendering habit-
able the substantial stone carcases of these old houses,
or of building new ones, as may seem most feasible—
the rents of rooms fit to be human abodes not to
exceed the rent demanded for these dark and airless
lairs. But renovating and building alike take time.
I am anxious to set a-going some means of temporary
relief of two kinds. First, to hire rooms in several
of the lowest quarters of the town, and fit each room
with a portable boiler, a mangle, an ironing-stove, and
ironing-boards. This can be done, I learned in London,
for £50 a room. These wash-houses should be open
to twelve or more women every day on paying for
their soap and a trifle for fuel, thus enabling our very
poorest to have clean clothes without the difficulty of
getting water and without the misery and unwhole-
someness of the steam of half-washed clothes in their
dark and crowded rooms. If I can get £100 I shall
lose no time in trying to start a wash-house in the
Grass Market. The other plan (which I saw being
successfully worked in the East of London) is to open
a wash-house with the necessary appliances for taking
in washing for the poor at sixpence a dozen. This
furnishes a labour test also, as no women who are not
industrious as well as poor will wash such clothes at
15. ^d. per day. ... I wonder whether your aunt
knows ladies of devotion and administrative ability,
who would learn to organise and work the last
scheme. When I went five weeks ago to investigate
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it in London, I was proud of our Church for being able
to produce ladies who undertook such odious details.
. . . How delightful it is that I have been able to
interest you\ I got to Broadford by the railroad
steamer, and fraternised with Mr. Tosh and two
ladies at the inn there. The next day was the
communion, and I greatly enjoyed the sight ; three
thousand people were present. On Monday I went
to Glenelg, and had a splendid drive of thirteen miles
along an awful road to Arnisdale, far up Loch Hourn.
I longed for your aunt [Miss Gordon Gumming], for
the scenery was grand beyond all description, such
richness and depth as well as brilliancy both of local
and atmospheric colouring. My sister joined me at
Glenelg, and we came on here on the 2oth. ... I
cannot tell how happily those two days passed at
Applecross, or how grateful I feel to you for making
me acquainted with yourself and Lady Middleton and
her family. It is indeed a delight, not to be forgotten,
the seeing such a happy and beautiful family life.
Among the enjoyments of those two days I do not
forget my acquaintance with your aunt, which is to
be renewed, I hope, in the winter. As I saw you all
grouped at the door, I wondered how it was that I
telt so much regret at parting with people whose
acquaintance I had only made three days previously.
Miss Gordon Gumming had just returned from
India, Egypt, and Malta, as she tells us in her recently
published Memories, and was staying at Applecross.
She remembers how —
One morning Lady Middleton announced that she
had to take a somewhat distant expedition by boat to
fetch a lady who was doing a tour of inspection of
schools in the Highlands and Islands, which she was
accomplishing in the simplest manner, walking or
boating from point to point, and having sometimes to
make the best of very rough quarters. In the evening
Lady Middleton returned accompanied by a tiny and
very quiet little lady, and we all wondered at her
pluck in undertaking such arduous journeying all
alone. I was at that time writing my very big book,
From the Hebrides to the Himalayas, being keenly
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interested in various points of resemblance between
the old customs of both races, and my large portfolio
of Indian sketches gave daily amusement to all visitors.
Naturally, Miss Bird was interested in these subjects,
but she had to hurry away to inspect more schools.
Lady Middleton goes on to say :
When I first knew her, she was a very extraordinary
woman. Her quiet, slow, deliberate manner of speech
might have been a little tedious in one less gifted ; but
when the measured sentences at last came forth, you
felt they had been worth waiting for. She had very
projecting upper teeth then, and they may have
affected her utterance, but she had the pluck to have
them replaced.
This tour in the Highlands included the examination
of eleven schools altogether, and she was surprised to
find how efficiently the children were taught in those
remote and often lonely places.
Next winter, Henrietta was busy with Greek, for
Professor Blackie had begun his class for ladies, whilst
Isabella was obliged to go to London to see a specialist,
who sent her home " to stay in bed and keep as quiet
as if I had a fever," — so for a time she saw no one, went
nowhere, and rested the greater part of the twenty-
four hours. Perhaps her autumn exertions brought
on this collapse. The old insomnia returned, and her
nervous system was affected. A constant distress
assailed her spirits and kept her in mental as well as
physical anguish. When sleep returned, and with it
relief from this depression, she gave utterance to her
experience in a beautiful poem, well known to her
most intimate friends, and comforting to many.
THE DARKNESS IS PAST
Fevered by long unrest, of conflict weary,
Sickened by doubt, writhing with inward pain,
My spirit cries from out the midnight dreary
For the old long-lost days of peace again.
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Gone is my early Heaven, with all its radiant story
Of fiery throne and glassy sea, and sapphire blaze,
Its white-robed throng, palm-bearing, crowned with golden glory,
Its ceaseless service of unhindered praise.
Vanished my early faith, with all its untold treasure
Of steadfast calm and questionless repose
Bartered away — lost for a heaped-up measure
Of strife and doubt and fears and mental woes.
No Light 1 no Life 1 no Truth ! now from my soul for ever
The last dim star withdraws its glimmering ray ;
Lonely and hopeless, never on me, oh never,
Shall break the dawn of the long-looked-for day.
Rudder and anchor gone, on through the darkness lonely
I drift o'er shoreless seas to deeper night,
Drifting, still drifting — oh, for one glimmer only,
One blessed ray of Truth's unerring light !
Out of the depths I cry— my anguished soul revealing,
" Light in the darkness shining ! shed Thy life-giving ray :
Low at Thy cross I fall, I plead for aid and healing,
0 Christ ! reveal Thyself and turn my night to day ! "
The prayer is heard, else why this strange returning
To stranger peace, to calm unknown before?
The peace of doubt dispelled, the calm of vanquished yearning,
A deeper, truer rest than that of yore.
O Saviour- Man 1 Priest, but in garments royal !
Thyself the Truth ! Thyself the inner life !
While at Thy feet I kneel in homage loyal,
1 hear unmoved the weary din of strife.
The din of impious men, for ever thronging
The sacred threshold of the unrevealed —
Smitten with blindness, and the hopeless longing
To force the door which Thou Thyself hast sealed.
Farewell, my early Heaven ! Brighter the life victorious
Of which Thou art the joy, the breath, the light ;
While on Thy throne, the Church, Thy Bride most glorious
Beside Thee sits, arrayed in mystic white.
Farewell, my early faith I Better the trust unshaken
With which in child-like love I grasp Thy pierced hand,
Child-like to learn of Thee, until I waken
Blest with Thy likeness in Thine own bright land.
Content to wait, till days of darkened vision
And lisping speech and childish thought are done,
And knowledge vanishes in faith's fruition
As fading stars before the morning sun. I. L. B.
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When spring came she was sufficiently restored to
see friends and to write a little. It was early in 1871
that she began a series of papers on eighteenth-
century hymn-writers, Wesley, Watts, Cowper, and
others.
Miss Cullen was privileged to see her often, when
her weakness forbade visits from others, and she and
Miss Clayton were much with her during those months
of retirement.
The Rev. George Cullen, too, was a welcome
friend. He had co-operated with her in all her
work for others, the emigration from Skye, the
effort to do something to relieve the wretchedness
of the poor. He was endeared to both sisters by
his regard for their mother, and he had officiated at
her funeral in the Dean Cemetery, reading a passage
from Scripture which Henrietta pointed out — perhaps
that from which was chosen the line upon her tomb-
stone— Phil. i. 20-24. If so, it was Mrs. Bird's own
choice, for by her wish the words were engraved,
"To be with Christ, which is far better."
His early correspondence with Miss Bird has
been mentioned, and his own account of it, written
in 1880, explains it:
In 1858, when trying by the formation of the Union
Prayer Meeting to carry out a resolution which I had
formed in Malvern during the Mutiny in India, I
had to collect and send out intelligence of the Revival
in America and elsewhere. Among other sources of
information I prized greatly the letters that appeared
in The Patriot newspaper, from a lady. When after-
wards I was asked to prepare a summary of this intel-
ligence for very extensive circulation, I drew largely
from these letters. On publication of the pamphlet,
I wished to send a copy to the writer, but not knowing
her address I forwarded it to the editor of the news-
paper. It reached the lady, and in a very short time
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I heard from her from a rectory in Huntingdonshire,
and this led to a correspondence with Miss Bird and
with her excellent father.
It seems to have been about autumn-time that
Dr. Moir and Dr. Grainger Stewart urged her to
take a sea-voyage. She chose a short one, for she
felt unwilling to leave her sister and home for more
than a few months. They decided to give up the
flat at the May term of 1872, as the possibility of
further absences and Henrietta's growing attach-
ment to Tobermory made its retention almost an
encumbrance.
Miss Bird engaged a berth through Mr. Dunlop
in a steamer bound for New York, and chartered
to go up the Mediterranean on its return, in order
to visit ports in Italy, Algeria, Spain, and Portugal
before making for Liverpool. She was furnished
with an introduction to Mr. James Robertson by
Mr. Thomas Nelson, whose publishing firm Mr.
Robertson represented in New York. When the
steamer arrived he called on her, and finding her
living on board, he invited her to stay at his house
during the few weeks of detention. But she was
too ill to make much use of her visit, and returned
from the trip less benefited than her doctors had
hoped.
Her sister had become much attached to Tobermory,
where she stayed part of every summer with her
friends Mr. and Mrs. Macfarlane, at the Baptist
Manse. Mr. Macfarlane was, however, now " trans-
lated " to Tiree, so she made arrangements with
Mrs. Thomson, of Ulva Cottage, whither she trans-
ferred her belongings, and there, in an upper room,
she stayed as long as the summer permitted. It was
not till 1874 that she found quarters in Strongarbh
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Cottage, which two years later she rented from the
Free Church of Tobermory. After giving up 3 Castle
Terrace, and seeing her sister off to Mull, Miss Bird
started again for a more prolonged cruise, under
orders to shift the scene as much as possible, and
to remain within the curative influences of sea and
mountain air. Mr. Dunlop made her arrangements,
and she left Edinburgh for Australia on July 11,
1872, for an absence prolonged to eighteen months —
desolate at parting with Henrietta, and quoting in
her diary the rebellious cry: "All his days he eateth
in darkness, and he hath much sorrow and wrath
with his sickness."
Early next morning the steamer left its anchorage,
and she had to conquer a strong impulse to quit
and go back before it was fairly under way. For
weeks she was dejected, dull, and uncomfortable ;
but when the line was crossed, and the weather
grew cool with favouring winds, she began to take
an interest in her fellow passengers and to bring her
work upon deck. It was an elaborate piece of bead-
work, which she found rather inconvenient, but
pursued to the finish. Then in September she
caught a chill, and was so prostrated that the
captain thought she was dying. There were many
disagreeables to add to her suffering — loud quarrels,
noisy complaints, a dirty stewardess, and, above all,
vile conversation only too audible. It was not till
Saturday, October 5, that she reached Melbourne,
where she was met and hospitably housed by friends
to whom she bore an introduction. She stayed nearly
two months in Australia, experiencing all its varieties
of weather — dust-storms, drought, and rain ; and,
except for much hospitality, not greatly appreciating
its life, scenery, and sights. The bush interested
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her most, and she notes its gum, acacia, bottlebrush,
and blackwood trees.
On November 28 she left for Invercargill in a
small crowded steamer, its decks loaded with a cargo
of sheep and horses, and, what was worse, with a lunatic
in the berth next to hers. But a week later she
changed steamers at Port Chalmers and went on to
Dunedin, where Mr. Blair met her and took her to an
hotel. New Zealand must have been at its worst that
summer at the Antipodes, for she has no good word to
say of it, although she liked its people greatly and
visited both the Otago and Canterbury settlements
thoroughly. Heat and dust prevailed, and she was
appalled by the drunkenness everywhere.
She left for the Sandwich Islands on January i, 1873,
and after an adventurous voyage in an unseaworthy
vessel, described in her book Six Months in the Sandwich
Islands, she reached Honolulu on January 25, and
took up her quarters at the Hawaiian Hotel. That, by
this time, she was in much better health is evidenced
by her enjoyment of the voyage, one which at several
stages threatened danger. When she was well she
delighted in the sea, and a letter written to Mrs. Blackie
about this time contains a rapturous passage on its
attractions :
At last [she wrote] I am in love, and the old sea-god
has so stolen my heart and penetrated my soul that
I seriously feel that hereafter, though I must be else-
where in body, I shall be with him in spirit ! My two
friends on board this ship have several times told me
that I have imbibed the very spirit of the sea. It is to
me like living in a new world, so free, so fresh, so vital,
so careless, so unfettered, so full of interest that one
grudges being asleep; and, instead of carrying cares and
worries and thoughts of the morrow to bed with one
to keep one awake, one falls asleep at once to wake
to another day in which one knows that there can be
8o IN JOURNEYINGS OFT [CHAP, iv
nothing to annoy one — no door-bells, no "please mems,"
no dirt, no bills, no demands of any kind, no vain
attempts to overtake all one knows one should do.
Above all, no nervousness, and no conventionalities,
no dressing. It sounds a hideously selfish life, but in
the inevitably intimate association of people in all cir-
cumstances for months of almost entire isolation,
human relations spring up and human interests and in
some instances warm feelings of regard, which have
a tendency to keep selfishness in a degree under.
AU the world knows how this delight extended to
her land adventures in the Sandwich Islands, whose
marvels of scenery, volcanic mountains in action,
valleys, forests, rivers and coasts, glorious vegetation,
and political social and religious life fascinated her
into a residence of seven months.
From the Sandwich Islands she sailed to America,
spent some months at a Sanatorium in the Rocky
Mountains, achieved her famous ride and then made
her way to New York and stayed with Mr. and Mrs.
Robertson till her steamer sailed for Liverpool.
All her detailed letters were written to Henrietta,
who kept them carefully. A small group of her most
intimate friends had the privilege of reading them—
Miss Clayton, Miss Cullen, Mrs. Blackie, sometimes
Mrs. Smith, widow of the author of a book widely read
in its day, The Conflict of Opinions, and a woman
endowed herself with gifts of mind and heart, who
could value those of Miss Bird.
She wrote to Mr. Murray from Black Cafion,
Colorado, on December 13, 1873, respecting these
letters :
The seven months in the Sandwich Islands was a
period of the most intense interest and fascination. . . .
I wrote journal letters to my sister of a highly de-
scriptive kind, and even with the disadvantage of
laborious accuracy. They are enthusiastic enough to
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have awakened a great deal of enthusiasm amongst my
friends at home, and they are very anxious that I
should publish my experiences, on the ground that
there is no modern book of travels in Hawaii-nei worth
anything, and that my acquaintance with the islands
is thorough enough to justify me in giving it to the
world.
Dr. Blaikie had tried to secure the letters for
Good Words, but Miss Bird felt them to be worthy
of a less fragmentary mode of publication.
On her final return to Edinburgh the sisters took
lodgings at 17 Melville Street, and there Mr. Murray's
answer reached her. He requested further details
of her wishes as to the scheme of a book on the
Sandwich Islands, and she replied at once giving
her reasons for retaining the epistolary form, adding
that she had made some sketches and collected
photographs, plans, and maps sufficient for illustration,
material enough altogether for an octavo volume.
At this time she would have preferred her Rocky
Mountains letters to be combined with those from
the Sandwich Islands, but deferred to Mr. Murray's
opinion that they should be published separately.
Her immediate work therefore was the revision
of her letters, the excision of a mass of personal
details, the verification and correction of her statistics,
and the copying of the whole into a form fitting for
Mr. Murray's perusal and verdict.
During this lengthy process she spent some time
in Oban and in Tobermory, delighted with the
cottage. Then, called south by her relatives and
friends, she left for London about the middle of
May. There she paid Mrs. Rundle Charles a visit
in Hampstead, heard a debate in the House of
Commons, and a fine sermon by Dr. McGee, Bishop
of Peterborough, in Westminster Abbey, visited
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Kew Gardens for the first time and to her great
delight. " They are truly stately," she wrote to
Mrs. Blackie, "and the tropical houses satisfied my
soul with the beauty and redundancy of the tropical
forms."
From London she went to stay with Mrs. Brown
at Houghton, and had a week's boating on the Ouse,
which proved " even better than I anticipated, the
restored old churches are ravishing, and all that
Cowperian country was home to me ; its soft, dreamy
beauty of great trees and green meadows, and a
silvery, lilied river, was entirely perfect."
When she wrote this letter she was staying at
Knoyle Rectory, near Salisbury, with her cousin
Mrs. Milford, the Bishop of Winchester's daughter,
and was resting with deep appreciation of the absolute
peace of a sweet English home. It enabled her to
complete about two-thirds of her manuscript, which
she forwarded to Mr. Murray on June 17, 1874. He
accepted it for publication, pending her completion
of the work and the arrival of maps and illustrations,
which at the time were rounding Cape Horn.
In July she returned to London and stayed with
her aunt, Mrs. Harrington Evans. It was on this
occasion that her teeth broken in the Rockies were
replaced, an alteration for the better in many ways,
although she declared that the absence of her natural
front teeth detracted from the cheerfulness of her
expression !
Plans for three weeks by the Ouse and for a
pleasant family gathering at Seaton Carew were
upset by Miss Clayton's wishing Miss Bird to join
her and other friends in Switzerland. So Henrietta,
who had joined her in London, returned to Tober-
mory, and Isabella started on July 29 for Hospenthal.
I874] MR. NUGENT 83
On the evening before her journey she received from
America news which made her indescribably sad. Her
guide in the Rocky Mountains, known as " Mountain
Jim," was a Mr. Nugent, a man of good birth and
university education, who had unhappily yielded to
ruinous habits and had drifted down to the precarious
freedom of a trapper's life by 1873, when she met him.
His intercourse with her during the weeks of her
enterprise brought out all that was good and gracious
in the man, and his care, forethought, and experience
smoothed away difficulties which might otherwise
have deterred even her extraordinary courage. Her
influence over him was wonderful. He surrendered
every evil habit, drinking, swearing, quarrelling,
murderous fighting, and became what he was meant
to be — a considerate gentleman, sympathetic and
helpful in all her interests. When she had to bid him
farewell at Namaqua, Mr. Nugent broke down com-
pletely. " I shall see you again," he reiterated. " I
must see you again." She spoke very gently to
him about the one influence which redeems from
sin and fortifies the repentant sinner, and repeated
to him a text to keep ever in his remembrance, as
a reminder to the unhappy man, whom her gentleness
had restored to a measure of self-respect. Then
they promised each other that after death, if it were
permitted, the one taken would appear to the other.
This parting gave her great pain, but she felt that
Mr. Nugent had undertaken to live a new life and
that she could help him by prayer and by her letters.
Nearly a year had passed. Mr. Nugent's letters
gave evidence of continued steadiness. Then sud-
denly, on July 25, came the distressing news that
he was dead. Insulted by a man named Evans, he
was overcome by rage, and the Welshman shot him
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under the impression that " Mountain Jim " was
about to murder him. He deeply regretted his tragic
mistake and carried him into his own house, where,
contrary to the first report that he had been killed
outright, he lingered for ten days. Miss Bird went
to Switzerland full of the distressing conviction that
Jim had died unrepentant, and occupied with the
remembrance of their mutual promise.
From Hospenthal an almost immediate move was
made to Interlaken, and there one morning as she
lay in bed, half unnerved by the shock of his death
and half expectant, she saw " Mountain Jim," in
his trapper's dress just as she had seen him last,
standing in the middle of her room. He bowed
low to her and vanished. Then one of her friends
came into the room and she told her what had just
occurred. When exact news of his death arrived,
its date coincided with that of the vision.
Torrents of rain made her stay at Interlaken very
dreary, and she was not sorry to return to London
by the middle of September, and thence to go to her
sister at Tobermory till November, when they took
up winter quarters at 7 Atholl Crescent, Edinburgh.
Mr. Murray decided to postpone the publication of
Six Months in the Sandwich Islands till February, 1875,
as several new books were to appear in November.
I thoroughly appreciate [she wrote] the reasons
you give for delaying the publication of my book,
and have pleasure in deferring to your experienced
wisdom. I have seen small craft swamped in the
swell of larger steamers before now.
When it came out it met with the most cordial
reception ; men of science, as well as the reading
public, thanked her for the valuable addition made
i875] THE SANDWICH ISLANDS 85
by her to the sum of knowledge ; and appreciative
reviews appeared in all the leading journals.
Indeed, her extraordinary power of observation
had grasped so much of the natural history of the
Hawaiian Archipelago, and particularly such an
infinite number of details concerning its active vol-
canoes, that the islands were for the first time made
intelligible. It is not surprising, therefore, that
Nature reviewed the book with warmth not unmingled
with astonishment, and that members of the scientific
societies wrote to her with admiring congratula-
tions. But apart from its valuable contributions to
the physical geography, the mineral products, the
botanical redundancy of Hawaii-nei, Six Months in the
Sandwich Islands has a charm of narrative very rare
in books of travel, a charm doubtless due to the
freshness of impressions committed to language before
they had time to fade into an outline.
Perhaps the result is less artistic, as a whole, than
a well-considered plan of record might have been.
Details are scarcely less prominent than the main
facts, and the reader becomes wearied at times of
reiterated lists of forest trees and mountain scrub.
But the facts are in themselves so important, and so
graphically presented, that they take firm hold of the
memory, whilst the repetitions lose themselves in a
general haze of atmosphere, cliffs, forest, and ferns.
It would have been undesirable even for a traveller
of a prosaic mind — who had seen all that Miss Bird
had seen — to attempt to relate his experiences in cold-
blooded literary form, with due regard for perspective,
and balance of values ; but, for a person of her tem-
perament and personality, such a course was im-
possible. Not only are the records of her impressions
of lighter things bright and sparkling, but even the
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dry bones of her narrative are clothed in so attractive
and picturesque a veil as to become interesting and
engrossing.
The literary charm of every paragraph and sentence
is obvious, and one reads the book to-day with the
same eagerness with which one devoured it in 1875.
The vividness of her style is shown in the following
passage on p. 222, a description of the lao valley
in Mani :
The trail leads down a gorge dark with forest trees,
and opens out into an amphitheatre, walled in by
precipices from three to six thousand feet high, misty
with a thousand waterfalls, planted with kukuis, and
feathery with ferns. A green-clad needle of stone, one
thousand feet in height, the last refuge of an army
routed when the Wailuku ran red with blood, keeps
guard over the valley. Other needles there are ; and
mimic ruins of bastions, ramparts, and towers came
and passed mysteriously; and the shining fronts of
turrets gleamed through trailing mists, changing into
drifting visions of things that came and went in sun-
shine and shadow — mountains raising battered peaks
into a cloudless sky, green crags moist with ferns, and
mists of water that could not fall, but frittered them-
selves away on slopes of maidenhair, and depths of
forest and ferns in which bright streams warble
through the summer years. Clouds boiling up from
below drifted at times across the mountain fronts, or
lay like snow-masses in the unsunned chasms ; and
over the grey crags and piled-up pinnacles and
glorified green of the marvellous vision lay a veil of
thin blue haze, steeping the whole in a serenity which
seemed hardly to belong to earth.
Miss Bird had to pay the penalty of all popular
authors. Letters from the dreary fellowship of bores
assailed her. Of one she wrote :
He has laid before me, with the prolixity of a vale-
tudinarian, a whole host of symptoms fitted for the
consideration of a physician, given me a personal
,8753 CABMEN'S REST 87
narrative of twelve years, and asks eventually if the
climate of Honolulu would suit his case, and if I can
supply him with a tabular view of the amount of damp
in the atmosphere for any given six months.
In the same letter she mentions that an order for
fifty copies had arrived from Honolulu, and that one
of the Professors at Punshan was giving three readings
daily from her book.
She was in wonderful health and spirits that spring;
busied with histology lessons at the Botanical Gar-
dens, which occupied six hours weekly, for a month ;
entertaining Canadian and American friends ; correct-
ing the proofs of Miss Gordon Cumming's book ;
attending the Assemblies in May, and giving three large
" Kettledrums " during the week of their session. She
was full of new plans, too, for the help of others, and
wrote letters to all the Town Councillors regarding
a " Cabmen's Rest and Refreshment Room," which
Mrs. Willoughby and she desired to erect. The
tenement scheme and the wash-houses had fallen
through— the former for want of official support, the
latter for lack of a lady qualified to manage them
and willing to give up her time. As she wrote to
Mrs. Willoughby :
The difficulty lies simply in the fact that no lady
has come forward to take up and work the scheme.
Every one approves it and thinks it would supply a
great need ; and were any one found to work it,
money would be at once forthcoming, but this initial
difficulty remains in full force. It would take the
whole time and energy of one lady, and apparently
" dirty clothes " do not inspire enthusiasm.
There were many difficulties, too, in the way of
the Cabmen's Rest, and a labyrinth of committees to
traverse before a site could be granted.
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On June 7 Miss Bird and her sister left Edinburgh
for Beauly, from which place they drove seventeen
miles to Strathglass in a public conveyance crammed
with fourteen country-people not altogether sober.
They settled at Glen Affric Hotel for a month, a
lonely spot in the midst of a Roman Catholic and
Gaelic-speaking population. The fatiguing journey
brought on pain and sleeplessness, and a whole week
passed without an effort to walk or drive. But she
had her microscope and its many adjuncts with her,
and the friendly landlady gave her a small, empty
room, which she arranged as a study, and there she
rested and worked, much absorbed with microscopic
research.
She was revising her notes on the Highlands as
well, correcting the place-names with the aid of
local gamekeepers, and sent Mr. Murray the results
on July 7, to assist him in a new edition of his
" Handbook."
A letter from him cordially congratulated her on
the success of her book ; the large edition was nearly
exhausted, and favourable reviews were still arriving.
They went to Oban and Tobermory about July 8,
and a few weeks later Miss Bird left her sister to
pay visits in the south, her first stage being Knoyle
Rectory, near Salisbury, from which address she
wrote to Mrs. Willoughby, giving her some account
of the Town Council's delays :
I wrote to the Edinburgh Town Clerk proposing
to meet the City Committee on Saturday, September 4,
on my way through Edinburgh, and he replied that
he feared it was impossible to collect a quorum at
this season, and that it would be best to postpone
the conference till November. In one respect I was
not sorry, because, as the money is of your raising,
I should not have liked to hand over the " Rest "
I87S] MICROSCOPES 89
without your sanction ; but in another I am much
vexed, because the " Rest " ought to have been ready
by November, and, even if everything goes as it ought,
these vexatious delays will postpone its erection till
January. In the meantime 1 shall see some of the
Bristol and London Rests.
Mrs. Willoughby was at Franzensbad at the time,
and when she returned to Yorkshire was in frequent
correspondence with Miss Bird about the "Rest" and
about the proofs of Miss Gordon Cumming's book,
which Isabella was still correcting and revising, as
their author was in the Fijian Isles during the pro-
cesses of publication. She carried the proofs with
her to London and Tunbridge Wells, and back again
to London, till the beginning of November, when
they were transferred to Major Grant Stephen for
the latest Indian orthography.
Her independent headquarters in town were at
16 Oakley Square, near her North London relatives
and friends; from which point she made excursions
on foot and by train eastwards and westwards,
chiefly to scientific haunts amongst microscopes,
which " filled her brain," spending hours daily in
this pursuit. Twelve visits in all were accomplished
before she returned to Edinburgh in November, and
it is not surprising that she was at once invalided
and condemned to bed and seclusion till New Year's
Day. Reviews of her book were continuous till the
end of 1875, and her rank amongst the foremost
writers of travel and adventure was conclusively
established. It was to the point, too, considering
the cheap incredulity of some of her more ignorant
reviewers, that a number of letters came from Hono-
lulu and other parts of Hawaii-nei, testifying most
emphatically to the Accuracy of her book, and
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endorsing both her facts and her inductions. Her
gratification is expressed in a letter to Mr. Murray :
I assure you I am beginning to think it rather a
nice book! Seriously, there has been nothing but
what is pleasant connected with it; and as it has been
so very pleasant to me, I am glad that you are in a
measure satisfied with its sale.
Her suffering from pleurodynia lasted most of
January, 1876, but she was able to write and study
soon after New Year's Day.
The " Cabmen's Shelter," as it was finally called,
was in process of building in Princes Street, near
Sir Walter Scott's monument, and it was opened on
the 3ist, welcomed cordially by the Edinburgh press,
and enthusiastically by the cabmen. But Miss Bird
had to battle once more for her scheme, as the
incredible Town Council wished to hand over the
building to the men themselves, without an attendant
to clean, cook meals, and keep it in order. She was
forced to insist upon their keeping to the contract,
which she had drawn up and to which they had
agreed. In this conflict of wills hers triumphed, and
she could write to Mrs. Willoughby on March 5th :
The Shelter and Coffee-room has now been opened
for a month, and the cabmen seem as much at home
in its use as if they had had it for ten years. About
thirty-five take their meals there, and it does look so
cheerful. So far, it has worked more smoothly than
I expected. ... I wish much that the £17 which
remains in the bank after paying for everything should
go towards another shelter, and I doubt not you will
wish the same.
And she added a graphic account of her victory :
I had been asked at the Town Council whether I was
empowered to act for you, and replied that I was ; but
when I got the Town Clerk's letter, I wrote that
I declined to act further and should refer to you.
i876] THE TOWN COUNCIL 91
On hearing from you, I wrote a very strong letter to
the Council, enclosing yours, and saying that if the
magistrates now turned round against our plan of
refreshments we should withdraw the Shelter and
place it in Glasgow. The following morning, at the
meeting of magistrates, our ultimatum was read, and
the wretches were in such hot haste to undo their
work that they did not even take time to send a
written intimation, but sent down the same city
official who had bullied me the week before to say
that they had unanimously conceded all we asked.
He was oily in his manners and profuse in his
explanations, but I drew myself up to my full height
of 4 ft. nj in. and told him politely that after the
difficulties which had occurred it would be essential
to have an official intimation in writing of the decision
of the magistrates. This came in an hour.
Gog and Magog quailed before scarce five feet of
superb will. She was most anxious that all the credit
of this Cabmen's Shelter should rest with Mrs.
Willoughby, and even wrote to The Scotsman to explain
for whom she was acting ; but Lady Middleton
earnestly disclaims any share except that of finding
funds. By the middle of March they were both
delighted to get a financial report of its five weeks'
trial, which proved that it was self-supporting, a fact
endorsing the cabmen's appreciation. Miss Bird was
a capital woman of business, and all her philanthropic
work was based on minute calculations of its likelihood
to secure, from those benefited, an honourable and self-
respecting contribution towards its maintenance —
surely the most vital form of philanthropy, since it
breeds no race of torpid, expectant, mendicants. What
modern charity lacks is intelligent financing; a lack
which, happily, men are beginning to realise.
She cherished a fanciful mood at this time — wishing
to give up literature for study, which meant micro-
scopes. It seemed to her almost wrong to continue
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a pursuit which delighted her in the doing and
brought her praise and profit when done. Fortunately
editors and publishers intervened. Early in April she
was engaged in revising and correcting Six Months
in the Sandwich Islands for Mr. Murray, who proposed
to publish a cheaper edition, slightly abridged, and
with its statistics brought up to date. She had, too,
an accumulation of commissions for different magazines,
and was anxious to redeem her engagements to their
editors, delayed by her illness.
Henrietta came out third in Professor Blackie's
examination of his Greek class for ladies, and was
worn out by her exertions. In April she went to
Tobermory for three weeks, while Isabella stayed
on, writing busily. She was in Edinburgh all June,
although her toils were relaxed ; and various social
doings are reported in her letters.
I only once dined at home the whole month of June.
I went one Quaker picnic to the top of the Pentlands
and another to Winton, descending at n at night,
and also went up the highest Pentland on horseback !
I was for four days at Dreghorn and three with the
Miss Mackenzies at Eastland Hill, near Inverkeithing.
I saw dear Mrs. Nichol several times. I had some
very pleasant microscopy with Dr. McKendrick, and
also with Dr. Bishop, whose noble character compels
one's increasing and respectful admiration.
It was not till July 11 that she went south,
beginning a round of visits at Settrington House,
near York, where she stayed a week with Mr. and
Mrs. Willoughby. Here she was very happy. Her
hostess loved her and used to call her " dear little soul."
" She was fond of the name," writes Lady Middleton,
" but it was not apt, for it was her body that was
Uttle arid her soul big ! "
i876] IONA 93
While at Settrington, Miss Bird wrote to Mrs.
Blackie :
You have seen my hostess, and when I tell
you that her soul is as noble and rich as her
appearance and manner are bewitching, you can
imagine how very pleasant it is. Her husband is a
true, honourable English gentleman. There are no
other guests but Lord Middleton and a gallant fox-
hunting old parson like one of Richardson's. Isaac
Taylor is the rector.
A few short visits were paid, and then she went
north to redeem a promise to her sister, that they
should spend a month in lona together. Tobermory
was too relaxing for her, although admirably suited
to Henrietta, and this was a compromise. They
were settled in the little St. Columba Inn by the
middle of August and stayed till the end of Sep-
tember, very quiet and very happy in each other's
companionship. Isabella reverted to her arrears of
articles, one of which was a paper on " The Two
Atlantics " for The Leisure Hour. They had the
drawing-room almost to themselves, as few of the
visitors were ladies, and the artists and literary men
such as Mr. Lorimer and Principal Tulloch, were
there to explore the island, making use of the inn
for meals and sleep. But the hostess of the
St. Columba, one of three sisters whose father
was captain of a small trading-vessel, was always
ready to accompany Miss Bird upon her daily faring-
forth, whether in storm or sunshine. They climbed
Dun-Ee together, skirted the coast, lingered on the
historic knolls and recited against each other, and
against the wind, pages upon pages of Shakespeare,
Milton, and Browning !
Two ladies arrived in early September, set down
by the steamer to be picked up again a few days
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later. They had heard much of Miss Bird, but did
not venture to disturb her seclusion until the morning
of the day on which they were to leave. Then they
called on her, fortified by their acquaintance with
her aunt, the Hon. Mrs. Stewart, and had "a few
hours of delightful intercourse with the sisters, and
we repented our modesty, for Miss Bird would
have been a perfect guide over the island, which
she loved." Thus began her acquaintance with
Miss Pipe, a woman whom to know was a liberal
education, not only intellectually, but on account of
the exquisite art of living to the glory of God in
all things, in beauty of life, in temperance, truth,
loyalty and peace of mind and manners. Miss Bird
understood her at once, and the acquaintance ripened
into friendship. With her, friendship included its
endurance to the end. Acquaintances, made in the
contact of daily circumstance, were not accounted
friends, although some of these attained to the higher
rank, and having attained were entitled to all its
privileges. Loyalty was innate in her, and no mis-
giving ever checked its flow, not even the deteriora-
tion of a friend ; for in several instances, when the
character of a friend became deteriorated by evil,
Isabella's affection showed itself in self-sacrifice for
her good.
It is probable that she spent a few days at
Altnacraig this summer, taking the steamer to and
fro from lona.
Their winter quarters in Edinburgh were again
at 7 Atholl Crescent. Apparently Miss Bird began
the season's work by developing her scanty notes
of the two months spent in Australia in 1872, for an
article appeared later in The Leisure Hour entitled
"Australia Felix."
i877] NATIONAL LIVINGSTONE MEMORIAL 95
But there is little record of the weeks which closed
1876. The next year found her taking an energetic
interest in the proposed Bazaar for the erection of a
" National Livingstone Memorial," in the form of a
non-sectarian college for the training of medical
missionaries and of lady nurses for Africa and India.
Her friends Miss Cullen and Dr. Bishop engaged
her help and enthusiasm in this undertaking, and
she secured the names of many influential men and
women as patrons and patronesses of the Bazaar,
amongst them being Lord and Lady Teignmouth,
Mrs. Willoughby, Sir John and Lady Emma McNeill,
Sir William and Lady Muir, Sir Noe'l and Lady Paton,
Bishop Perry, and Mrs. Horace Waller, the wife of
Livingstone's friend. She took no interest in bazaars
as a rule, but the object of this was so entirely in
accordance with her own mind, on what was essential
to the equipment of missionaries, that she became
a member of its committee, and threw herself heart
and soul into the preparations. For this memorial
was to be no barren monument, but a living and
life-giving source of help to the helpless.
Livingstone had been commemorated by Mrs. D. O.
Hill's vigorous and lifelike statue in bronze, which
stands in Princes Street Gardens, Edinburgh's
Valhalla; but this College was to keep fresh and
full that twofold outpouring of healing for soul and
body, of which Livingstone was the pioneer in troubled
Africa. This combination of physical with spiritual
healing he had warmly advocated as the very method
of Christ Himself.
The Directors of the Edinburgh Medical Missionary
Society had already collected £6,000, and the building
was begun in the Cowgate, but it was estimated
that £4,000 were still required to complete it. An
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influential Edinburgh Committee was formed, con-
sisting of eighteen ladies, who organised branches
in all parts of Scotland, and in London, Manchester,
and Liverpool, for the collecting and forwarding of
work, while Dr. Lowe and the other directors under-
took to receive donations in money.
The veteran African missionary, Dr. Robert Moffat,
wrote :
I have no language to express my admiration of
your undertaking. To what purpose do all the
sculptured heroes of bygone ages serve, except to
remind us that such once lived, and some of them to
some purpose, but beyond that they are silent as the
grave. The " Livingstone Medical Missionary Me-
morial" will be a living one, diffusing influence and
scattering blessings, not to Africa only, but to every
quarter of the globe, where suffering humanity is crying
lor the sympathy of human aid.
The powerful patronage of H.R.H. the Princess
Louise was secured, as well as that of forty-three
Scottish notables, beginning with the Duke and
Duchess of Argyll.
At committee work and bazaar correspondence
Miss Bird laboured indefatigably all spring. Miss
Cullen was one of the secretaries and they were
in constant touch. Dr. Bishop, who was now a
devoted friend of both sisters, was giving every
spare moment to aid their preparations and plans.
Henrietta was suffering from a severe chill, and as
Dr. Moir had retired from practice, Dr. Bishop was
her medical attendant, and his visits to 7 Atholl
Crescent were frequent on both counts. Besides,
he was an ardent microscopist, and Miss Bird and
he were busy with the marvels of Atlantic oaze.
Her literary work was set aside for this absorbing
study. Apparently even then it was Dr, Bishop's
i877] DR. BISHOP 97
earnest wish that she should marry him, but, in
spite of deep admiration for his character, she was
unable to grant his petition. In truth, she was so
deeply attached to her sister, whom she called " all
my world" and "my pet, to be with whom is my
joy," that she shrank from admitting and returning
another affection. In summer Henrietta went to
Tobermory and Miss Bird to Braemar, where she
spent some weeks, followed up by a short sequence
of visits, before returning to Edinburgh for a few
days. During these days of late August, Dr. Bishop
renewed his suit, but she persuaded him to let their
friendship abide undisturbed by considerations which
she was unwilling to face, and " he behaved beauti-
fully, so that our intercourse will be quite free from
embarrassment."
She was at The Cottage in Mull early in September.
I am enjoying it very much [she wrote to Mrs.
Blackie], though it is disagreeing with me as usual.
Hennie is so happy and delightful in her own house.
I cannot say how much I admire her. Her house
is so warm and comfortable, and she manages so
nicely. Dr. Bishop is here " healing the sick."
Henrietta urged Professor and Mrs. Blackie to pay
them a visit, which took place successfully towards
the end of September and so charmed the Professor
that it inspired him to write his beautiful " Lay of
the Little Lady," in which he portrayed his hostess
with delicate, admiring touches.
Where a widow weeps,
She with her is weeping ;
Where a sorrow sleeps,
She doth watch it sleeping ;
Where the sky is bright,
With one sole taint of sadness,
Let her come in sight
And all is turned to gladness.
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In October Miss Bird went to Altnacraig, after
its summer visitors had taken leave, for she preferred
to be with her friends when they were freed from
hospitable cares, and she could have true converse
with them. Both she and Mrs. Blackie were moved
and even agitated by the flowing tide of materialism,
infidelity, and its effect on the moral character of
those whom it submerged. They conversed with
that apprehensive sense of insecurity which beset
even the faithful few in those days, half-stupefied,
as if their creed must be false because there were a
few verbal mistakes in much-translated and copied
versions of God's Word, and half-abashed as if the
loud-voiced materialists knew all things because
they had discovered another of God's laws and a
few new groups of facts all really redounding to His
praise. But the wavering did not last long in Miss
Bird's mind, and she soon recovered the assurance of
faith in which she had lived from her earliest days.
Winter and the great Bazaar recalled her to
7 Atholl Crescent. Another occupation claimed her
evenings and mornings. The editor of The Leisure
Hour asked her for a series of papers on her travels
in the Rocky Mountains, so she was engaged in
the now familiar task of revising her letters this
time of the autumn of 1873.
Again Dr. Grainger Stewart advised travel, and
her thoughts went far afield — to the Andes and to
Japan. She asked Mr. Darwin for advice as to the
highlands of the Andes, where she hoped to ride,
using the Mexican saddle, which had been indis-
pensable to her comfort in the Rockies. But he
was not encouraging, and the untravelled parts of
Japan began to win on her consideration. Miss
Gordon Gumming was there at this time.
i877] THE BAZAAR 99
The Bazaar was fixed for December 13, 14, and 15,
and she engaged to assist Lady Paton in taking
charge of a table for pictures, for which Sir Noel
had already painted one. On December 18 she
wrote to Mrs. Willoughby :
The Bazaar was a most splendid success, and the
very pleasantest thing of the kind I was ever at.
Hennie edited a Bazaar Gazette, which was printed
and sold in the Hall at three o'clock daily, and took
immensely. I wrote a Bazaar Guide, of which two
thousand copies were sold. Lady Paton and I took
£630— not bad, as raffling was prohibited. Our most
expensive things sold best. I hope to answer your
very delightful letter shortly. In the meantime, I will
only say that it did me good.
But alas for her bereaved friends ! her next letter,
only three days later, was to sympathise with them
on the death of Lord Middleton, Mr. Willoughby's
father :
Truly death is a terrible thing. Fearlessly as we
commit the spirits of those we love into the keeping
not only of a merciful Creator, but of a loving Father,
mystery hangs around their future, and faith has to
ignore speculation as to their condition and look
hopefully forward to the coming of our Lord Jesus
Christ and our gathering together unto Him — when
we shall be satisfied not only in ourselves, but in each
other, and lose at once and "for ever" that bitter ache
of loneliness, which is sometimes almost maddening.
CHAPTER V
THE WIDE EAST
JAPAN was in Miss Bird's mind all winter, and by
February, 1878, she was preparing for her voyage and
exploration. From the first she planned to make a
tour in the interior rather than to prolong her
residence in the capital and other cities. She wished
to come in contact with as much of ancient Japan as
possible. The old order was changing, the Shogunate
had disappeared, the very name of the capital — Yedo—
was altered to Tokio, although the old customs died
hard, and there was still an old-world, in spite of
its continuous transformation under the breath of
the Western spirit. It was indeed the very hour of its
transition, and Miss Bird was to witness the process
of a metamorphosis unequalled in thoroughness since
Roman days and swifter far than any national change
chronicled by historians.
Lady Middleton, who secured for Miss Bird a
valuable introduction to Sir Harry and Lady
Parkes from the Duke of Argyll, had asked her
to choose and purchase curios, embroideries and
bronzes. She was equipped altogether with forty
letters to influential residents. The parting with her
sister was unspeakably sad. Henrietta was not well,
and Dr. Bishop was again in attendance.
He has treated her admirably [Miss Bird wrote
to Mrs. Blackie], and I am so glad that, if need arise,
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she is now able to have a doctor who has learned
something of her very sensitive constitution. It is
terrible to me to part from her. I hope I shall get
such health as that I may never be long separated
from her again. These are very solemn and pathetic
hours ; " the last time " is written on everything.
This foreboding was half prophetic and originated
no doubt in the shock she received from the illness
and death of her father, immediately after her second
return from America.
My friends [she continued] are dearer to me, and
people I care little about become more interesting,
and even the dull grey streets smile in the sunshine.
Dr. Macgregor prayed aloud for her safety in
St. Cuthbert's Church on her last Sunday at home.
Then she and Henrietta gave three large afternoon
parties, to save her from a trying round of farewell
calls, and when all was arranged and ended she left
for Japan. It was April when she started, and
already for some months her letters from the Rocky
Mountains had been appearing in The Leisure Hour,
where they attracted so much interest, that a demand
for their separate publication made itself heard, even
before her departure. But she deferred its con-
sideration until her return.
She had a particularly good passage to New York,
and found on board a pleasant companion in her
friend Mr. Robertson. At Chicago she spent a day
with Sandwich Island friends, and then travelled to
Salt Lake City, where some of her introductions
enabled her to see a little of Mormon domestic life,
before she resumed her long and weary railroad
journey to San Francisco. Thence she sailed to
Shanghai, which she reached in May, going on to
Yokohama in the s.s. City of Tokio. At Yokohama
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she put up at the Oriental Hotel, paid business visits
to Mr. Wilkinson, the Consul, and to Mr. Fraser, who
changed her British gold into Japanese paper money
and rouleaux of copper coins. She left her letters
and cards at the Legation, and Sir Harry and Lady
Parkes came to see her the next day, in jinrikishas,
and showed the liveliest interest in her intended
enterprise, encouraging her with offers of every
possible assistance.
Two days later she took the train to Tokio and
stayed at the British Legation, where she met for the
first time Mr. (now Sir Ernest) Satow, Secretary to
the Legation, the best-informed man in Japan, whose
friendship she secured and who put at her disposal all
his stores of knowledge of the country and its history.
This was indeed an acquisition, for she had learned
how needful it is for a traveller to have her record
endorsed by authority, since the quidnunc stay-at-
home is unwilling to believe what he is unqualified
either to prove or disprove. What she needed most
for her adventurous journey were a servant and a
pony, and they were hard to find.
At last a servant was secured— the "Ito" well known
to readers of Unbeaten Tracks in Japan — and about the
middle of June, after a visit to Nikko, she started
for the interior without a pony, in one of the three
jinrikishas, which she had hired with their runners for
the first stage of ninety miles, at a charge of eleven
shillings each for three days ! But her book narrates
every step of that deeply interesting journey, and we
must note its interludes rather than its stages.
Her tour was prolonged throughout July, August,
and part of September. By August 10, she reached
Hakodate, the port of Yezo, the northern island of
the Japanese empire. She had come from Aomari in
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an old steamer which took fourteen hours to cross
the sixty miles of choppy sea, with gusts of rain
and spindrift, reminding her of the Highlands. She
reached the Church Mission House soaked and
coated with mud, her luggage sodden with salt
water — an unprepossessing visitor, but warmly wel-
comed by Mr. and Mrs. Dening, and triumphing in
her conquest of all obstacles.
How musical the clamour of the Northern Ocean is !
[she wrote to Henrietta] — how inspiriting the shrieking
and howling of the boisterous wind ! Even the fierce
pelting of the rain is home-like, and the cold in which
one shivers is stimulating ! You cannot imagine the
delight of being in a room with a door that will lock,
of being in a bed instead of on a stretcher, of finding
twenty-three letters containing good news, and of
being able to read them in warmth and quietness
under the roof of an English home !
On the 1 2th she wrote to Mrs. Blackie :
All difficulties suggested as to my getting into the
interior turned out myths; the Government has afforded
me every facility, and I have just successfully accom-
plished a tour of seven hundred miles, through the
heart of the interior without molestation, although on
much of my route no European has ever been seen.
After being for two months exclusively among Asiatics,
I find the society of English people fatiguing ; my soul
hankers for solitude and freedom. So in two days
I go off into the interior of Yezo, to live among its
aborigines, the " hairy Ainos," till the summer heat
be over. As regards health, my journey has been
a great disappointment. I am much worse than
when I left home. But I am accumulating much
interest for the future. Japan involves severe brain
work ; I give myself entirely up to studying it.
Miss Bird's residence amongst the Ainos was
fruitful in interesting episodes and discoveries,
although its brevity and hardships made her con-
tinuous investigations both painful and exhausting.
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She was for four days the guest of Benri, the Aino
chief. At first her host was absent, but his nephew
Shinondi received and made her welcome, and the
sordid details of her visit were redeemed by the
pathetic interest roused in her mind, by these
oppressed but in many ways attractive people. Her
self-control, her gentleness, kindness, and that
quality of sheathed power which characterised her,
made her supreme amongst them. The men, old
and young, were eager to serve her, to explain and
relate what she wished to know, always humbly
protesting 'their ignorance, since Benri, the absent
chief, knew best. The women were busy about her,
cooking their best and full of courtesy. Only the
chiefs mother looked on her with sinister eyes,
suspecting evil to the tribe from the stranger's
presence. The old men pressed into the hut to do
her honour. Indeed Benri's spacious hut seemed
to be used as the Aino Club. At night when she
climbed into her bunk in the wall, the fire was piled
up with logs, and one after another the old men
dropped in to gather round it and talk in low soft
voices, a score of them at a time.
I never saw such a strangely picturesque sight
as that group of magnificent savages with the fitful
firelight on their faces, and for adjuncts the flare
of the torch, the strong lights, the blackness of the
recesses of the room and of the roof, at one end
of which the stars looked in, and the row of savage
women in the background ; Eastern savagery and
Western civilisation meet in this hut, savagery giving
and civilisation receiving, the yellow-skinned Ito
the connecting link between the two and the repre-
sentative of a civilisation to which our own is " but
an infant of days."
One night even her fortitude was shaken. She
was in her bunk watching the wild scene, when a
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quarrel seemed to break out between two of the
younger Ainos ; their voices grew loud, their gestures
excited and fierce, the arm of one of them was con-
stantly extended towards her, and she shivered in
apprehension, never doubting that they planned her
murder. But the voices grew hushed, one by one
the men passed silently out of the hut, and all was
still, save for the women who sewed by the light of a
rude lamp till midnight, when they crept into their
beds hidden by hanging mats from the large interior.
Ito was curled up on the floor, and in the morning
she asked him what had happened. " It was nothing,"
he said : " one of the men was hot and wished to
take off his garment, but Shinondi would not let
him do it before the stranger woman."
Miss Bird has not recorded this incident, but
told it to me one day when we were looking over
Tobermory Bay from The Cottage.
About September 20 she was back at the British
Legation in Tokio, with Sir Harry and Lady Parkes.
Miss Gordon Gumming was there too, and is
mentioned in a note to Lady Middleton dated Septem-
ber 30:
I hope to execute some of your commissions, but
good things have become immensely dear, owing to
the incursions of curio hunters from every part of
Europe. Miss Gordon Gumming left for Nikko with
the French minister this morning. She is beautifully
dressed, and is strong and well.
Miss Bird's headquarters were now at the British
Legation in Tokio for nearly two months. Mr. Satow
helped her to verify and correct her notes and statistics,
and Sir Harry Parkes promoted her short excursions
in every possible way. He secured permission to
visit one of the cremation stations, to which the
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governor of Tokio, Mr. Kusamoto, sent her in his
own carriage, accompanied by a Government inter-
preter, and supplied her the next day with a trans-
lated account of cremation and its introduction into
Japan.
The colder, drier weather restored her, and she
was fairly well when she left that most lovely and
interesting land, where she had spent seven busy
months, reaping a golden harvest of knowledge for
her own country. She embarked on December 18
on the s.s. Volga for Hong Kong, and suffered from
the pitching of the wretched vessel in the violent
gales which beset it all the way, cold and noise
adding to her misery. On the last day the storm,
although still fierce, was dry, and she went on deck
eager to see the coast of the " mysterious continent."
Her welcome to Hong Kong was startling. The
city was on fire and was wrapped in columns of
smoke, while the beating of drums and the tolling
of bells sounding out of the darkness told of agitation
and alarm. The hotels were packed with refugees,
and she had to be carried in a bamboo chair, through
terror-stricken crowds, straight to Bishop Burdon's
house, where she was hospitably welcomed, although
warned that if the wind continued to blow towards
the house they must be ready to leave at a moment's
notice. But at 10 p.m. the wind changed and the
danger was over. Her first action in Hong Kong
was to go down to the burning city with the Bishop,
and she describes its wreck in the letter written to
Henrietta immediately after her arrival. But these
and other remarkable details are given in the chapters
upon Hong Kong and Canton in her Golden Cher-
sonese, published in 1883, and they may be omitted
here. She wrote to Mrs. Blackie that she considered
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Canton " the most wonderful and picturesque city
on earth."
Mrs. Blackie was very slowly recovering from a
fever contracted in Venice, where she had been
nursing her niece in the hottest part of the summer,
and Miss Bird's letter is full of concern about her
long-continued delicacy. Dr. Bishop attended her,
as Dr. John Brown was not in Edinburgh, and this
elicited some interesting comments :
From what I have seen and heard, I have the
highest opinion of his medical intuitions, conscien-
tiousness, and resources, and he never speaks of
the illnesses of his patients ! I am so glad for
himself, too, to know you. He is so pure and good
that he will appreciate and love you. His treatment
of Hennie was a great comfort to me. I don't think
that any doctor before has understood her peculiarities
of constitution.
When she left China it was with the intention
of visiting Ceylon, inspired by the recollection of
Miss Gordon Cumming's beautiful sketches; but at
Singapore, Mr. Cecil Smith, Secretary to Sir
William Robinson, the Governor, suggested to her
that a Chinese steamer was to sail for Malacca
on January 19, and that if she cared to explore
the Malay States everything would be done to
further and facilitate the expedition. In five minutes
her mind was made up, the prospect of escape from
civilisation into new and fascinating wilds being
irresistible, so that we find her on board the little
s.s. Rainbow on Monday, the iQth, committed to the
care of a kindly Welsh engineer, who saw to her
comfort during the voyage.
The Golden Chersonese vividly reproduces all the
stages and transits of this interesting journey, and
will be discussed more fully when we reach the
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date of its publication. She spent five weeks
altogether in the Malay Peninsula, leaving it on
February 25, by steamer, for Cairo. There she was
attacked by typhoid fever, not fully developed until
she was in the desert, where she had to suffer all
the agonies of thirst and the accesses of fever-heat
and shivering untended. But she made good use of
its intervals and carried out a long-cherished plan
of encamping on the solemn slope of Mount Sinai,
spending four days in its solitude, amongst its
awe-inspiring associations.
Immediately following the fever, and resulting
from it, came depths of deep depression. The
eastern tour had proved unprofitable to her health,
but its interests were great gain and she was to
obey their summons again and again, after a period
amounting to nigh a decade of years, during which
time she was kept at home.
There can be no doubt whatever about the
immense intellectual and spiritual increase garnered
from these eastern travels. Her books from this
time indicate a loftier aim, and wider outlook, than
those already published and that in preparation.
They are more masculine in their scope, and evince
a more powerful and accurate apprehension of each
nationality, as the complete and separate expression
of humanity produced by different equipment, cir-
cumstances, and development. The exuberance of
detail and reiteration, which dimmed somewhat the
brilliance of her Six Months in the Sandwich Islands,
falls away ; the judgment is no longer in fetters ; the
mind is more richly endowed, less censorious, less
stultified with prejudice; the spirit, no longer
dwarfed within stereotyped bounds, grows in wisdom
and understanding.
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The heat and dust of Egypt discouraged a longer
stay in the East, and she was on her way home early
in May. Mr. Loftus of The Saturday Review was her
fellow traveller and they became great allies. But she
caught cold sitting up one bitter night to nurse an
invalid passenger, and, as she was weakened by fever,
this brought on an agonising attack of pleurodynia,
so that she was a wreck when Miss Clayton met
her on landing, and had to be nursed back into a
measure of convalescence before she could travel to
Mull, where she rejoined her sister at The Cottage
on May 27. She was then so weak that she could
not walk from the Clydesdale to the carriage without
help, and three weeks passed before she could walk
even as far as the village of Tobermory.
In a letter to Mrs. Blackie, written on June 16,
Miss Bird describes her state and occupations :
My body is very weak, and I can only walk about
three hundred yards with a stick ; but my head is all
right, and I am working five hours a day in this
delicious quiet. Hennie has improved wonderfully
since I came, and we are very happy together. I feel
that " goodness and mercy have followed me," and the
joy of my return to Hennie's unselfish love and the
precious affection of many dear friends is new every
morning. Nothing but kindness has been my lot all
round the world, and, except that my health grew
worse rather than better, nothing ever went wrong.
Mr. Murray bespoke Japan at once, and wished to
publish it so soon as a date could be fixed which
would avoid clashing with Mr. Reid's volume on the
same subject, then in course of preparation. A
Lady's Life in the Rocky Mountains was on the
point of publication in book form. Its appearance
in The Leisure Hour had been most successful, and
the editor of The Spectator had congratulated his
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contemporary on the privilege of publishing such
papers, the interest of which, as he expressed it,
" intoxicated " him.
This book appeared in October, a second edition
was called for in November, and the third appeared in
January, 1880. It is easy to understand its charm,
in spite of its being seven years old when it received
its final form. Its matter is of the kind which " age
cannot wither nor custom stale," for the human
interest of the book is so strong and fresh that it
overpowers the record of dangers overcome and
nature surprised in her most inaccessible retreats.
The austere, uncouth, dull, and respectable settlers
in the Canyon of Colorado, avoiding courtesy as the
breath of the evil one ; Dr. and Mrs. Hughes ; Evans
and his sanatorium, and above all " Mountain Jim," or
rather Mr. Nugent and Ring, his dog,— form a group
of dramatis personce not easily to be forgotten. And,
alasl their play ended in a tragedy as grim and
fierce as any planned by Aeschylus.
But at Tobermory she was engrossed with Japan.
Henrietta wrote to Mrs. Macdiarmid about these quiet
weeks together :
I had time to get stronger before she came, for
which I was very thankful. We spend our days thus :
She writes in the sitting-room till dinner at 1.30, and
I either sit out in the wood, or in my own room down-
stairs, which I have fitted up as a half drawing-room.
After dinner we go out for a stroll, come in about
3 or 3.30 and have a cup of tea, then I leave her
to write till 7, and I go down to do business, or
make visits in the village. After tea at 7, we go
out for a longer stroll, and usually come in about
9. Nowhere could she have such quiet and freedom
from interruption. Keeping the house is a great
burden to my mind ! Dinners seem always upon it,
for it is so difficult to get variety, and now and then
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difficult to get anything. And I like to have every-
thing perfect, and when it falls short of this perfection
I always feel vexed and disheartened. I have two
patients at present — the old pilot, who is ill with
paralysis, and a young lad, Hector Macdonald, dying
in consumption.
In a letter to Lady Middleton, written about this
time, Miss Bird gives a tempting catalogue of the
curios bought in Japan for her correspondent. There
were six paintings on silk, the only duplicates of some
executed for the Mikado, an old picture in embroidery
from a temple, a piece of cloth of gold of the Shogun
dress, and some knife handles. For herself she had
chosen some exquisite embroideries, pictures repre-
senting the Japanese moral law, of which I particularly
remember that illustrating the mythical antetype of all
duty to parents. A man in despair because his mother
was dying consulted an oracle for help, but received
only the depressing answer : " When bamboo shoots
pierce through the snow, thy mother will recover." The
snow lay thick upon the ground, but he remembered
a corner of his garden where they were wont first to
appear in spring, and kneeling there he wept hot
tears day and night until the snow was melted and the
soil penetrated with moisture : then the bamboo, tricked
into a dream of spring-time and warm rain, sent out
its first young shoots. Then he rose and went into
the house, and lo ! his mother sat up and welcomed
him with a smile. This was embroidered in silver
and gold on a crimson satin panel.
She bought, besides, an antique bronze, a daimio's
bath, which served to hold palms and plants ; an exact
copy of a bronze jug in the Japanese Treasury, which
was nine centuries old, and other beautiful bronzes of
a quality which the curio-hunter of to-day cannot find.
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Early in September Miss Bird went to Applecross
to pay Lord and Lady Middleton a long visit. Her
hosts picked her up at Tobermory on the way to
Applecross in their yacht the Lady Eisa, and Lady
Middleton thus recalls the voyage :
I was a bad sailor; but as she and I lay on
opposite sides of the deck cabin during a quite rough
passage, I don't remember to have felt the day long
at all, so entertaining was she.
Miss Bird gives an account of her visit and of her
hostess to Mrs. Blackie on September 13, enclosing
an invitation to the Professor from Lord Middleton.
I have the exclusive use of the boudoir, and can
plod here nearly as well as at home. There are
twenty-three guests in the house, including Lord and
Lady Galway on their honeymoon and two very
riotous engaged couples. I like to see the dress—
or undress — fearfully and wonderfully made. The
jewellery too is beautiful, but the bodies are more
adorned than the minds. Do you remember how
attractive you thought Lady Middleton, when you
met her in Atholl Crescent? She is lovelier and
more lovable, and her accession to the title and the
surroundings of enormous wealth has left her as it
found her.
In this letter too are allusions to Dr. Bishop, who
had been attending both Lady Parkes and Miss Parkes
on their home-coming. Lady Parkes had written to
Miss Bird :
Except Sir Harry, he is the most unselfish man I
ever met, and I can never repay his thoughtful kind-
ness to us all. I believe that his society will be of
real and lasting benefit to my eldest daughter, stimu-
lating her in the exact direction in which I wish to
see her developed.
Dr. Bishop renewed his suit, but Miss Bird felt
herself to be scarcely " a marrying woman," and he
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forbore to distress her. " He has acted nobly and
sweetly to me, never saying one word about his own
suffering."
Lord Middleton lent her the steam-yacht for two
days' cruise and she spent them at Loch Torridon,
where she visited a school for which she had long
collected money. After three weeks' stay at Apple-
cross, she returned to Tobermory, and on the way
halted at Kyleakin in Skye, sitting under the ruin of
the castle till darkness fell, remembering the happy
days of youth when parents and sister were with her,
at the first landing there in 1852, " Hennie and I enthu-
siastic and blooming lassies." Now, she thanked
God on the very spot for those " who had departed
this life in His faith and fear," and prayed to be
purified from selfishness and worldliness, as they
were.
She was again greatly concerned about the selfish-
ness which she suspected in herself, confounding
the care needed by her constant suffering with
pampering of the flesh.
Lady Middleton's perfect consideration for all
her guests, a delicacy regarding others expressed
by look, word, and deedf and the wonderful power
which enabled her to place herself sympathetically
without effort close to people in all circumstances,
had gone home to Miss Bird with self-convicting
force, and we find her dwelling on the subject in
many letters. " The heart," she concludes, " only
grows strong by loving and working, and so only
can ever follow the Master, and happily there are
always people to be loved and helped."
At The Cottage she worked unremittingly.
Mr. Murray desired to publish her book on Japan
as soon as it was completed, and proofs were already
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coming and going. She and Henrietta left Mull
for Oban in October and settled for a last week of
quiet there. Isabella was in better health, but
"tired." She wrote:
I think perhaps that I shall never again have such
a serenely happy four months. I shall always in the
future as in trie past have to contest constitutional
depression by earnest work and by trying to lose
myself in the interests of others ; and full and interest-
ing as my life is, I sometimes dread a battle of years.
When they left Oban for the south, she spent a
few days with Professor and Mrs. Blackie at 24, Hill
Street, and then continued her journey to London,
where she lived at 16 Oakley Square. Her aunt
in Eton Road died while Miss Bird was in Japan,
and the shadow of death again encompassed her.
Lady Parkes, who had done so much for her, was
dying. Sir Harry had been telegraphed for, and
returned, alas ! only the day before the funeral. She
was unwilling to die, because of her six children, but
no woman was ever spiritually fitter to pass through
the brief, dark corridor to heaven. Isabella suffered
as she watched her shrink from entering.
Not all the preaching since Adam
Can make death other than death.
Meanwhile reviewers were busy with The Rocky
Mountains, and some of them, notably those of The
Times and The Saturday Review, had shocked her by
their hasty assumption that the Hawaiian riding-dress
used by her was a male garment. She corrected their
ignorant blunder in a short note added to the preface
of the second edition, for which there was now an
eager call.
Dean Stanley told Mr. Murray that " every-
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body asks everybody, ' Have you read The Rocky
Mountains ? ' "
Mr. Murray is delighted and I find him delightful.
I told him with some fear that I had refused a
favourable notice in The Saturday Review from Mr.
Loftie, and he was quite sympathetic. He asked me
to go and finish Japan in his country house, but
I need solitude for work. The critics have not
scented out impropriety in the letters. Travellers
are privileged to do the most improper things with
perfect propriety. The pity and yearning to save
Mountain Jim that I felt have taught me a little
of what I think may at an immeasurable distance
be the pity and yearning of the Father. People
will find my Japan flat and dull after The Rocky
Mountains. Hennie has been very poorly from a
chill caught at church — in bed eight days, and I have
been anxious about her.
Miss Bird joined her sister in December at
No. 19 Coates Crescent, their winter quarters in
Edinburgh. By New Year's Day, 1880, a third
edition of The Rocky Mountains was in the press,
and she was finishing Unbeaten Tracks in Japan.
Henrietta was a little better, and the usual Edin-
burgh "grind" of dinners and tea-parties had well
begun. Both were drawn into the vortex during
January, and Henrietta wrote to Mrs. Macdiarmid :
I long very much for a single week of stillness
and pure air, but such longings must be stifled for
some time to come. It aggravates me to know of
the glorious weather there has been lately in my
Hebride, and to know how blue the water and the
sky must be, and how all my familiar scenes must be
looking their loveliest. I am more and more con-
vinced that winter is the time to be in the Highlands
and is the worst time in town. "She" is toiling to
finish her book.
The dissolution of Parliament, and the consequent
hubbub of elections, decided Mr. Murray to withhold
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Japan at Easter and to delay its publication until
the House of Commons was formed and constituted,
as he knew that literature had little chance until the
electoral fray was over. So Miss Bird had a respite
in her plodding, and went south early in April, first to
Birdsall House, to pay Lady Middleton a short visit,
then to London, to keep faith with Mr. Murray, who
gave a dinner party in her honour, and then back
to Birdsall, where she met Miss Gordon Gumming
laden with new portfolios full of treasures.
She returned to Coates Crescent about April 20,
carrying a superb and enormous bouquet, which
she took to a party at Sir Alexander Grant's the
following evening.
It made a great sensation. I really believe that
few of the people had seen a bouquet of such size.
Murmurs of wonderment ran round the room, and
all the learned men were in raptures. It is quite
fresh for to-night, and Lady Teignmouth has sent
across the Crescent to invite it, Lord Teignmouth
having wondered at it last night.
Henrietta had gone to Tobermory on April i,
after a week of suffering. In her last letter to Mrs.
Macdiarmid, dated April 16, she says :
You can imagine how weak I was for the journey.
I never felt so weak on that voyage before, and I
continued so for a few days after coming here; but
I am much better now — in fact, quite a new person,
though far from strong yet. Mrs. A. Macdonald has
been taking me out daily for a sail, which has done
more for me than any doctor could have done.
In addition to her illness, Henrietta had to look
after the caretaker of The Cottage, to send her to the
infirmary in Edinburgh, and to secure the services
of a kindly neighbour. She meant to return to
Coates Crescent to welcome her sister back, but was
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first storm-stayed at The Cottage and then seized
by a feverish cold which laid her up only a few
days after writing the letter quoted.
The news of her illness decided Miss Bird to go
at once to Mull. At every stage of the journey
telegrams from the doctor met her, indicating the
growing seriousness of the feverish attack, which
became typhoid. There is no doubt that its germs
had been developing all spring, and it was with
agonised foreboding that Miss Bird read the last
message at Oban. She sailed thence on board the
Clydesdale on the 2?th, reaching The Cottage about
two o'clock and finding her sister too weak to speak
or even open her eyes.
The doctor told her that he could do no more,
and that he had telegraphed for Dr. Bishop, who
arrived on the 3Oth, bringing with him all neces-
saries and an admirable nurse, the superintendent
of the fever ward in the Edinburgh Infirmary, who
sacrificed her holiday to nurse Henrietta. It was,
too, by what one is tempted to call a providential
accident that Dr. Bishop was enabled to devote
himself to the treasured patient. He had been
riding three weeks earlier, when his horse fell and
rolled over him, breaking his leg, so that he was
unable to continue his customary practice, and rest
had been specially enjoined upon him. On May
26 Dr. Bishop writes to Mr. Murray:
Miss Isabella Bird desires me to tell you that she is
here watching her sister, who is dangerously ill with
typhoid fever, of which this is the thirty-sixth day. . . .
I am to say that she has had many difficulties and
hardships in travelling, as you know, but never any-
thing equal to this, apart from the anxiety. This has
arisen from the remoteness and isolation of the island
at this season, the smallness of the house, the madness
ii8 THE WIDE EAST [CHAP, v
of an old and valued servant, the breakdown (from
typhoid) of the volunteer substitute, and from the
abject panic amongst the natives, who fly The Cottage
as a pest house.
Henrietta was most efficiently tended. Her times
of prostration were frequent, and the flickering flame
of life seemed again and again on the point of
expiring ; but the remedies revived her for some
time, and her sister began to hope that she would
recover. She seldom opened her eyes, but even in
her wandering the few words that she spoke
were of sweet and tender gratitude for their care.
But she did not realise how ill she was, and they did
not dare to tell her so long as a glimmer of hope
existed.
I can only trust to God [wrote Miss Bird], who may
see fit to spare me my last treasure, though I often
feel that it is selfish to pray that one so prepared to
see God should for my sake be detained among the
troubles of this troublesome world.
Then she continued of Dr. Bishop :
There is such a strength in having so good a man
and so skilful a doctor, who knows her constitution
thoroughly, in the house. He makes me feel that he
is not dull, for he goes out for hours on horseback,
though his leg is in splints, and sees cases of poor
people from all the neighbourhood.
Mrs. Allan of Aros and other friends sent in cooked
food almost daily. The poor sorrowed for their
friend, and from early morning stood outside the
garden waiting to hear how she had passed the
night. One night half the neighbours sat up in great
distress, because she was thought to be sinking ; and
in the sickroom were masses of the spring flowers
she loved, gathered fresh every morning. The month
DR. BISHOP.
From a photograph by /. Mojfat.
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of May, which had been spent in hoping and striving,
ended in surrender, for the dear one passed away
early in June.
At the end the superstitious islanders avoided
The Cottage entirely, and Dr. Bishop, in writing to
Mr. Murray on June 6, gives a graphic account
of the way in which the last sad offices were
carried out:
I cannot tell you how nobly and gently the sufferer
bore the illness, and how in her very delirium her
thoughts were always holy, innocent, and unselfish.
After the death the carpenter, selected as the best
man, declined to enter the house to measure the body,
which had to be done by myself and a gentleman who
had just arrived from Edinburgh to offer help to
Miss Bird. In the evening the coffin was deposited
on the doorstep, and it had to be carried upstairs by
Dr. McLachlan (the local practitioner), the nurse, and
myself. We reverently laid the body into its narrow
resting-place, admiring greatly its loveliness, and its
gentle dignity, and its heavenly smile. Then I led in
Miss Bird, who, after kissing the brow tenderly,
covered the face for the last time, after which Dr.
McL. and I screwed down the lid. Thus it happened
that only those who loved the saintly one touched her
after death. Miss Bird is pretty well at present. She
is woefully distressed, and yet she bears her grief as
a gentle Christian woman snould.
It was perhaps well that these duties were forced
upon Miss Bird. They saved her from collapse,
both of body and spirit. The coffin was closed and
they left the deserted home for Edinburgh, bearing
their dead with them, halting at Oban on the way,
where they stayed at Altnacraig.
Mrs. Blackie remembers well her friend's unspeak-
able sorrow, the white face, the rigidity of a grief
that chilled and devitalised her, the awful loneliness
that wrapped her round,
120 THE WIDE EAST [CHAP, v
She went straight to her room and stayed there.
Dr. Bishop walked up and down the lawn with Mrs.
Blackie, and entreated her to plead his cause with
Isabella — who, brave woman though she was in all
circumstances that called for courage, was utterly
unfitted for heart-loneliness, and might sink under
its pressure.
Next day they took the train to Edinburgh, where
she was the guest of Miss Cullen, at 33 Royal
Terrace. It was from this house that the funeral
took place. Her uncle, the Rev. John Lawson,
came from Seaton Carew to officiate at the grave ;
Mr. Cullen and Dr. Hanna took the service in the
house. Sir Harry Parkes was there, ready to mourn
with her who had^ so deeply mourned his wife,
and many who had known and loved Henrietta
in Edinburgh gathered round the grave in Dean
Cemetery, where mother, father, and child were laid,
their ransomed spirits reunited, and " with Christ,
which is far better."
Miss Bird stayed with these valued friends till
the end of July, receiving at their hands the tenderest
consideration. Some of the letters written during
summer give a glimpse of her agony of regret. One
to Mrs. Macdiarmid, written on July 8, says :
My own sorrow does not dull me to yours ; you
will never quite get over it — you will miss her when-
ever a new joy, or sorrow, or difficulty comes, for —
as she told me with such pleasure — you said she
" was the mother of your spirit." She loved you so
dearly. In going over her papers, I found every
note and letter you had ever written her tied up in
packets by years. I burned these unlooked at of
course. They were among her treasures. I hear her
now calling you " child," and remember her, oury enjoy-
ment of seeing you last year, I like all you say
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so thoroughly and feel how she would like it. Oh,
Mary, the anguish is awful. She was my world,
present or absent, seldom absent from my thoughts.
Such a lovely, angelic being, as a friend writes —
"so beautiful a mind and so lovely a disposition
have been, I should think, rarely united on earth."
And now all is gone. I seem as if I must return to
Tobermory to the scenes and people she loved, and
spend some weeks in reading her precious papers.
I seem hardly to care what becomes of me, and yet
I pray God to make me follow her helpful, loving
footsteps. I must not lose sight of you, very dear
to me for the love on both sides.
CHAPTER VI
"AN TAON BHEANNICHT" ("THE BLESSED ONE")
HENRIETTA BIRD, whom her sister mourned so deeply,
is still remembered with devoted affection in
Tobermory, although it is now a quarter of a century
since she was called away from the scene of her
loving endeavours to bring light into dark homes
and comfort to sorrow-stricken hearts. She is still
known there as " The Blessed One," some quality of
unruffled peace, whose still radiance shone in her
eyes, having evoked from the spontaneous symbolism
of Celtic minds this apt description. Her genius
was moral rather than intellectual. Less complex of
character, less powerful mentally, less courageous
physically, than her gifted sister, she excelled her
in spiritual attainment, in the dignity of steadfast
faith, the serenity of a soul ennobled by constant
dwelling in the presence of the Most High. She lived
in a world apart ; a retreat from which only duty
summoned her. Her parents employed and bounded
her activities while they lived, and her devotion to
both is a revelation of filial affection. Perhaps her
mother was dearest to her; she clung to her in
childhood, and learnt almost everything from her in
girlhood, for Mrs. Bird had maintained her resolution
to teach her sensitive little ones herself, and studied
history, literature, and popular science in so thorough
a fashion for the task that both children were
HENRIETTA AMELIA BIRD.
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convinced that no one in the world was so clever as
their mother. Henrietta kept a diary even at the time
of her father's last illness, as well as in 1866, and in
it she recorded every word, emotion, and suffering,
and each change which befell her parents, in such a
fashion as to witness now to her absolute preoccu-
pation with both. Her own character resembled
that rather of her mother than her father, while
Isabella inherited her father's impulse and en-
thusiasm.
Mrs. Brown, their neighbour at Wyton, writes of
her:
The two sisters were widely different in girlhood,
their temperament and characteristics, as well as
intellectual tastes and acquirements, varying greatly,
but both were charming companions and able to
converse well on many subjects. What one lacked
the other possessed, and thus together they formed
a perfect combination. Henrietta was timid except
where her sense of duty bade her be courageous ;
very simple in her tastes, and very fond of study
and scholarly pursuits. Above everything she loved
nature ; this was part of her spiritual life and of her
devotion to God and through Him to all His creatures.
Her spirituality was felt by all with whom she
came in contact ; it needed no expression in words.
Henrietta looked up to Isabella with reverence as
well as love, delighting in her strength, energy of
purpose, and power of mind, and finding in her
spiritual understanding and true sympathy. Henrietta's
pleasure consisted in giving pleasure to others. In
the early days of our friendship, we often met in her
beautiful home on the banks of the Ouse, taking
tea together, sometimes indulging in a little picnic
on an island close at hand. She was a completely
unselfish character, thinking little of herself and
much of others. When my children were young,
Henrietta £ave them daily little astronomical talks,
during a visit to us, and these delighted me as much
as the children. Boating and walking were her
favourite pastimes, and during the summer she was
I24 "THE BLESSED ONE" [CHAP, vi
frequently to be met sculling herself on the broad
river near the rectory. In March, 1858, I was called
to part from my father, and I shall never forget her
loving sympathy with me in my loss. When two
months later her own father was taken, we sorrowed
together.
It was characteristic of her that she never wasted
time. Some tranquil task fell to each hour ; her
recreations were all simple. If the amazing penetra-
tion which gave her sister the mastery over most
difficult and complex subjects was not hers, the
patient studiousness of a seeker after truth enabled
her to tackle Hebrew, Greek, and Latin, to devote
herself to natural philosophy, astronomy, and
botany, to work out mathematical problems, to
collate historical descriptions, to delight in all true
poetry, and above all so to study the Scriptures that
her mind and memory were a storehouse of their
treasures, which gave their own character to her
thoughts and speech.
For to all her graces she added that of the pure
in heart, who turn away from morbid interests and
secular excitements, and love all things that are
lovely and of good report. Her joys were in the
home, in the beauty of nature, in the glory of sunset
over the western seas, in the fragrant flowers of
wild and meadow, the low burnet roses on the
shores of Mull ; the thrift gardens amongst its
rocks ; the saxifrages and fragile sorrel-cups ; the
rare wild shamrock on Dun Ee ; the astonishing
grace of reaches of oak fern opening in May; the
fleeting cloud-shadows on Highland hills ; the
thrilling blue of summer seas. As she derived from
her mother unobtrusive ability and unflinching con-
scientiousness, so too from her she caught that sense
of the divine in nature, a glimpse of the Creator's
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presence. On her deathbed Mrs. Bird referred con-
stantly to the sunrise and the Sun of Righteousness
and to a night journey she had taken the year
before, when she had watched from the carriage
window the upward leap of the summer sun. Amongst
the many hymns which her daughters sang to her,
Keble's " Sun of my Soul " was her favourite.
Henrietta too rejoiced in the coming of light " with
healing on its wings," and her eyes seemed ever to
be looking for the everlasting day.
Give thanks in everything !
For the call (whene'er it be)
That shall bid thy prisoned soul take wing —
Saved everlastingly I
Faith, lost in vision bright !
Shadows, in perfect day !
Fix there thy gaze, and the distant light
Shall illumine all thy way.
So she wrote, and there her gaze was fixed. Con-
stantly the poetic reverie to which she gave expression
turned to the sun and its message of the light beyond.
Thus she wrote of a summer day strayed into mid-
October :
Cool airs breathed gently from the north,
The waves as glass lay stiH,
When that rose-tinted morn looked forth
Upon the dewy hill.
All day the hours in rhythmic flow
A poem seemed to sing ;
Till in warm hues and tenderer glow,
The eve was mellowing.
I watched the climbing shadow creep
Up high Ben Talla's side ;
And on his crest in purple deep,
The latest radiance died.
One halcyon day ! 'tis all 1 Adieu !
One pledge to memory given :
The skies beyond the clouds are blue,
The sun is still in heaven.
126 "THE BLESSED ONE" [CHAP, vi
Henrietta had begun to know and love the West
Highlands in 1850, when she was about fifteen
years old. Before Mrs. Bird died, she and her mother
had been especially drawn to Tobermory, where
they stayed again and again, at one time with the
Miss Campbells, then in the Baptist Church Manse
with Mrs. Macfarlane, to whom she felt strongly
attached. In April, 1905, Mrs. Macfarlane was reading
over Henrietta's letters, with the kindly wish to con-
tribute as much as possible to this brief sketch of her
friend, when her husband, who was in the room,
hearing a sigh, turned to see her head droop and the
letters fall from her hand. He went to her to find
that in that sigh her spirit had fled.
It must have been while staying with the Macfarlanes
in Tobermory, perhaps in 1870, that Henrietta became
interested in a little girl of lonely and sensitive nature,
who was much drawn to her friend, and as time went
on repaid her with devoted affection. So strong was
the tie that Henrietta was more like her mother
than her friend and counsellor only. She supplied
care, guidance, and supervision, taught her to love read-
ing and to seek knowledge, and procured for her the
best possible education. The little girl was impres-
sionable and responded to the influence which God
had provided for her, and this great interest filled
the blank in Henrietta's life caused by the loss of
her mother and the frequent protracted absences of
her sister. She had the joy of watching this young
life's growth, it.s mental development, its awakening to
all the standards of goodness towards which she herself
so unfalteringly pressed. She was the " mother of her
spirit," as indeed her charge told her later, when she
married soon after returning from the excellent school
to which Henrietta was the means of sending her.
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When the Macfarlanes left Tobermory, Henrietta
stayed with Mrs. Thomson at Ulva Cottage so long
as there was a room for her, a room that looked out
to the gleaming Sound of Morvern and the glowing
heights beyond. But later she migrated to a cottage
a little lower down. The place had grown very
dear to her — for its beauty and the come and go
of fishing-boats upon the bay below ; for the lovely
woods of Aros opposite, the islands that barred the
harbour mouth ; for friendship ripened and solitude
sweetened by labours of love; for a multitude of poor
neighbours, whose homes were her resort when sick-
ness and sorrow shadowed them, on whose earthen
floors she was wont to kneel and pray aloud for the
healing and consoling presence of the Spirit, whose
secrets were confided to her, sordid secrets often, but
sacred to "the Blessed One," who had learned that
in hearing, seeing, and silence lay the power to save.
So she decided to become its tenant, and a lease for
five years from Martinmas, 1876, was granted by the
Deacons' Court of the Free Church of Tobermory
to which it belonged.
When her sister was in the Sandwich Islands,
during the spring of 1873, Henrietta paid the
Misses Mackenzie a long visit at their home near
Inverkeithing in Fife, and one of these ladies,
surviving her sister, vividly remembers the weeks
of her stay. She was very delicate at the time, but
was able to enjoy the garden and the surrounding
country, of which she made many water-colour
sketches. Sometimes she was induced to repeat her
own verses to her hostesses.
She was not only good and clever [writes Miss
Mackenzie], but charming. She had the peculiar
happy faculty of attracting much affection from many
128 "THE BLESSED ONE" [CHAP.VI
friends, rich and poor — but her life, so uneventful,
quiet, and retiring, hidden like a fragrant violet,
afforded little to tell. While with us, she received
a very thick letter-packet from Honolulu, from her
sister — many sheets closely written, a journal letter ;
on the envelope was written outside, " No bad news
in this letter ; may be read a little bit at a time."
The water-colour sketches alluded to remind us
of her gift for reproducing the most delicate atmo-
spheric impressions. She loved the West Highlands
nearly as much for their wealth of exquisite colouring
as for their human interest — a colouring new every
morning and magical every evening, except when
fierce gales blow, or a pall of driving mioi shrouds
sea and sky. Sketching was one of her favourite
recreations, but she was too shy to offer the little
pictures for exhibition, and they were only known
to her intimate friends. Her sister liked to have them
mounted and hung, and crowded her walls with them,
pointing them out and dwelling upon their beauties
to her visitors ; but Henrietta herself shrank from
admiring comment and observation.
Her summers were always too brief for her own
liking, but unhappily Tobermory did not then agree
with Isabella, who was dearer than life to her, so
that the long winters were spent in Edinburgh. The
one exception was during Miss Bird's absence in
Japan, China, and Further India, when Henrietta
was able to remain in her cottage for fifteen months
without interruption. But even the dreaded winters
in town had compensations. Gradually Tobermory
boys and girls grew old enough for school, college,
or service, and she became their refuge and friend
during their months or years in Edinburgh. It was
a special pleasure to collect them round the breakfast-
and tea-table; her "Tobermory Parties," she called
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those occasions, and triumphed when as many as
six were gathered together. Two of these were
medical students in whose careers both sisters
took a special interest. They engaged influential
friends to counsel them as to their profession
and to help their first steps upon its ladder. Once
for a whole winter Henrietta's adopted charge
stayed with her and attended classes; others came
for visits, when they needed medical advice or other
help. These guests were chosen for the joy of
brightening dull lives, of helping them to congenial
occupation, of securing for their ailments the generous
advice and assistance of skilled physicians. Henrietta's
friends were made for reasons very unusual ; for
the sake of their poverty and need of her, of their
loneliness and dependence on her affection, of their
sensitive youth and instinctive turning to her for
understanding and guidance, of their sickness and
sorrow and bereavement, and their faith in her
sympathy and help.
In Tobermory her tea-parties were social events.
She used a number of graceful arts to make them
successful. There were children's parties, and grown-
up gatherings at The Cottage; each had its own
attractions : pictures, stories, games for the one —
telescope, microscope, conversation for the other.
Mrs. Forrest, her working housekeeper, had to prepare
the scones and cakes, Henrietta gathered and arranged
; the flowers, often helped by some of her younger
friends.
As a hostess she was perfect. Here is an account
of her reception of Sir Thomas Grainger Stewart,
who often enjoyed an hour's talk with her, and who
wrote an obituary notice of her in The Christian
Monthly, from which the extract is borrowed :
9
130 "THE BLESSED ONE" [CHAP, vi
Those who enjoyed her friendship and used to visit
her can never forget the fragile, delicate figure which
used to rise from some occupation to receive her
guest ; the composed and intelligent countenance, the
friendly greeting, the cordial, firm grasp, the self-forget-
fulness with which the work that had been occupying
her was laid aside. There was no time wasted in
small talk ; at once some topic of real interest was
started and was pursued with zest and frankest state-
ment of opinion. Whatever her occupation had been,
she was always at leisure from herself and ready to
enter into the thoughts and feelings of her guest. As
the conversation went on, one used to notice her
modesty and wisdom, the extent of her knowledge, the
accuracy of her perceptions, the felicity of expression
(rendered all the more marked by a slight embarrass-
ment of utterance), the play of fancy, and the goodness
of heart. Some experience of joy or sorrow, some new
or lofty thought, a poem, a sunset over the Atlantic or
behind one of her favourite western islands, or the
story of some generous deed, would awaken her quiet
enthusiasm and new beauties in her nature would be
revealed.
It is worthy of our attention that there seems to
have been no time in her life when she doubted,
or was for a moment in the wilderness of disobedience
and forgetfulness of God. There was no crisis of
conviction and conversion.
In Edinburgh she went with her mother to St.
Thomas's Church, where the clergyman, Mr. Drum-
mond, was their valued friend. Often in the evenings
they listened to Dr. Candlish, whom both sisters
loved and understood. Neither was prejudiced in
favour of Anglican or Presbyterian ; and the divisions
amongst churches, professedly Christian, interested
them vividly as spectators, not at all as sharers.
Henrietta went to church for the living bread and
water, not for the fraction of differentiating doctrine
or government.
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She was a student, as we have already learnt, of
Hebrew, Greek, Latin, natural philosophy, astronomy,
history, and literature; and, when settled in her
cottage, she began to take lessons in botany from
Mr. George Ross. He was an enthusiast, and after
four lessons she grew fascinated by the wonders
revealed to her in every leaf, stem, and blossom.
Constant delicacy shadowed her last years, and this
pursuit solaced the great loneliness which she endured
during her sister's absence in the East. She gathered
plants as she walked on the cliffs or in the woods,
to classify and so to verify all that she learned
from Mr. Ross.
But her favourite study was the Bible, and for
this she sought the aid of Greek and Hebrew. Along
the lighthouse walk she found a slab of rock sheltered
from the sun, whither she could carry her books and
writing materials, and which served at once as chair
and table. Here she spent happy hours in fine
weather, going through the sacred pages which she
had known "from a child," but in which she found
new treasures for every new need. This was one of
the ever-full sources of her power to help others.
She never used Scripture for perfunctory quotations.
She used it charged with primary significance, " by
inspiration of God."
The Birds were all great Bible students. Isabella
constantly expressed herself in the language of
Scripture, both in her books and her letters. When
packing for her long expeditions, however much
she sacrificed her personal comfort in reducing her
travelling gear, her Bible went with her. In some
articles published in The Leisure Hour in 1886, giving
an account of her pilgrimage to Mounts Horeb and
Sinai in 1879, she records her minute comparison of
i32 "THE BLESSED ONE" [CHAP, vi
the journey through the desert on the Asiatic side
of the Red Sea — when with the burning heat and
thirst of fever upon her, the thermometer registering
110° in the shade, she made slow and painful pro-
gress— with the route taken by the children of
Israel, for whose desolation and starvation she felt
the deepest sympathy. And resting all Easter Sunday
on the slopes of Sinai, she read their whole inspired
history from Exodus xii. to the Captivity.
This was just before her return to spend the
summer in peace with Henrietta — their last summer
together. The four months in Edinburgh which
followed were a time of distress and disheartening
to the younger sister. She made efforts to go out
for Isabella's sake, and suffered them in silence.
Her own words best express what Edinburgh meant
to her still mind and spirit. They occur in a letter
to Mrs. Macdiarmid, to whom Henrietta uttered her
inmost heart:
I never was so sorry to leave my cottage as this
time. My illness, by the daily, hourly kindness it
called forth from my friends and neighbours, gave an
added pathos to my departure. Poor Mrs. Forrest
had been so continually about me, and was like an old
family servant in her devotion — and I know the blank
without me must be terrible. Then the winter beauty
"eats into my soul." I felt town most depressing. No
one would believe that I could suffer so much from
the separation from Nature, " my loved and faithful
friend." The want of my hills, blue waters, clear skies,
and bright sunshine made me simply wretched.
From childhood she had been independent of out-
siders for interest and happiness, and her friends
were few in number and slowly acquired. While
her parents lived, Mrs. Brown, of Houghton, and
Mrs. Purves seem to have been the only companions
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of her girlhood really loved and sought. A very
quaint little note to her mother has outlasted both
their lives, in which she gives her reasons for de-
clining companionship. It is undated, but evidently
belongs to her early teens, before Mrs. Brown came
to the neighbourhood of Wyton Rectory. Evidently
her parents had urged her to seek companionship,
regretting her loneliness when their more brilliant
and sociable child was visiting her cousins. The
little philosopher wrote :
I think that for some people it is very good to have
a companion, while for others it is very bad, and for
others not exactly bad, yet conducive of no good. I
have several reasons for objecting to the system of
companionship. First, because I have never got from
them spiritual profit, or yet temporal profit; second,
because I get on quite as well without companions,
and therefore I think I can do without them now as
much as I did before; third, because I have been
blest with a very dear sister, who is young, and to
whom I can tell all secrets as well as have profitable
conversation, which I could not do with a companion,
and therefore I need no other. Older companions
there are, many of them, who are suitable and profit-
able— viz. Mrs. Groocock, Miss Edge, Mary Toogood.
These are the sort of companions I like.
There is a priggish note in this early effusion, and
as Henrietta grew older she discovered the joys of
friendship and relaxed her stern code, but never
wholly, for I have vexed memories of hours spent
in answering question after question upon books of
history and literature just studied, instead of being
let loose upon the refreshing stream of natural
conversation. To the end she maintained her con-
viction that companionship must pay toll, spiritual
or temporal.
None the less, she had a charming vein of fun
which sparkled at intervals and found vent in rhymes
134 "THE BLESSED ONE" [CHAP, vi
sent with gifts at Christmas, or in half-shy retort
when with those she loved. Once she darned twenty-
five pairs of stockings at sixpence a pair for a friend,
who paid the money earned into the treasury of
some charity. When Henrietta sent back the last
three pairs her patience was exhausted, and broke
into petulant verse.
Oh ye innumerable holes !
Oh toes that mock repair !
Oh gaping heels ! Oh tattered soles !
Ye drive me to despair.
Here, take your stockings, put them on,
Pay me six times a penny ;
I'm glad to think the last is done,
For it was worse than any.
And now — since patience has its bounds —
So dire the toil and shocking,
Unless you turn your pence to pounds
I've mended your last stocking.
Her mental wandering during intervals of delirium
in her last illness was an index to her habit of
spiritual reverie. The murmured words were all of
heaven, its radiant vistas and pure delights. Only
one sad mood is recorded, when she fancied that
those about her were preventing her from going to
her beloved "child" at Tiree.
Ten years earlier she had written a hymn called
" In Everything give Thanks." It almost seemed as
if her dying were a thank-offering for the life of
sacred joys and quiet work which the Father had
gjven her, and from which on June 2, 1880, she
passed behind the veil.
Dr. Bishop wrote to Mrs. Milford on July 4, 1880 :
She bore her sufferings with wonderful patience
and sweetness. The nurse and I felt that we had
never seen so lovely a patient. To the very last,
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and even in delirium, she delighted in nature and in
the beauty of flowers. The end was most calm and
peaceful. After death her face became angelic in its
beauty and calm, sweet dignity. She was a ministering
angel in Tobermory; all who knew her here are
mourning deeply, and many are only now finding
out how much she was to them. She was so quiet
and free from self-obtrusion that it seems to have
needed her removal to reveal her value to many.
Dr. Hanna preached her funeral sermon in St.
Cuthbert's Church, Edinburgh, and of this her sister
preserved one exquisite passage :
A mansion then for her, the beautiful, the meek,
the gentle, the lowly, the loving, the holy — in whose
heart the seeds of grace had been sown in earliest
days, who had never known her Saviour but to love
Him, and who had loved Him so well and followed
Him so faithfully that all through life her loving
hands busied themselves in tenderly binding up
bruised and broken hearts and in doing numberless
kindly offices to all the needy about her.
Professor Blackie had dedicated a poem to her three
years earlier, which had been translated into Gaelic,
and was well known throughout the West Highlands.
These verses are given in an appendix to the present
volume.
On June 16 Miss Bird writes to Mr. Murray:
I thank you very truly for your kind letters of
sympathy as well as for the one received by Dr.
Bishop, which he has given to me, and for Mrs.
Murray's. It is all too terrible, except that a stingless
death crowned one of the loveliest lives ever lived.
She was everything to me, whether present or absent —
the inspiration of all my literary work, my best public ;
my home and fireside, my most intimate and con-
genial friend — as well as a " ministering angel " to
all who came in contact with her in needs of every
kind. Beloved in life, and mourned in death as few
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are mourned, there is not a memory of her which is
not lovely, and this to me is at once the sting and the
solace of her early removal. The people who dared
not even bring the coffin to the house mourn for her
as they only mourn for their own, and here, though
only our own relations were invited to the funeral,
there was a crowd round the grave of those to whom
she had been dear and helpful, and to whom life
would never be quite the same again. Utterly
deserted as we were it is impossible to speak too
highly of the noble conduct of Dr. Bishop, who,
with a large and increasing practice, out of humanity
sacrificed everything for more than five weeks, during
which time he never was in bed ; was doctor, friend,
partially nurse and servant; and at the last, having
risked his own life and made himself lame for life by
exerting himself incessantly with a leg which when
he came had not been broken three weeks, with the
help of the nurse carried out the coffin, which even
those who loved her best dared not enter the house to
remove. It is top soon, and I am too dazed with grief
and fatigue to think of any future.
On June 29 she writes again :
I am going to Thusis, in the Grisons, for six
weeks, on a visit to some very dear friends whose
house, for twenty years, has been a second home to
my sister and myself. I should be glad to hear of any
one travelling to Zurich after the 7th, as I am not
used to travel alone on the Continent, and am besides
much shaken in nerves.
Will you tell me the latest date when the Japan
book must be printed. ... I can hardly bear to think
of the book now. The original letters were written
to my sister and rewritten in our last happy summer
in the little cottage at Tobermory, which her early
death has consecrated to me for ever.
Isabella spent all August and part of September
in Switzerland with Miss Clayton and the Miss
Kers. Rest and quiet were essential both for her
health and to finish the preparation of her notes
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on Japan, which Mr. Murray wished to publish in
October.
While she was abroad news came to her of
Lord Middleton's illness, and her heart went out
to the friend with whose sad tending she knew so
well how to sympathise.
It is wonderful [she wrote] what God does for one
when human help is helpless, and one is shut up to
leaning on and trusting Him alone. I have felt Him
strongly strengthen me in my agony and loneliness,
and it is worth suffering much to regain the " child
heart " and its simple faith, and to know whom we
have believed as near, true, and tender, not a dead
person, but a living person, who has us and our
beloved in his keeping for life, or what we call death.
To another friend she wrote in August :
I think I can say that God has comforted and sus-
tained me, or I should utterly have fainted, but the
sorrow is very sore and often threatens to overwhelm
me. We were truly everything to each other and our
companionship was perfect and carried on even in
absence by our detailed and daily letters. I often
told her that she was "my world." She was so
essential in every respect to my happiness, and things
without her have lost nearly all their interest. She
was lovely in her life, following Christ in all things,
and lovely in her death, so much so that death in
her case nardly seemed like dying. I had no idea
till now of the powerful influence that my gentle
darling exercised, or how widely she was beloved.
I pray that He who strengthened her for lowly
service may strengthen me to follow her ; but oh !
I do long so for the Father's House and the gathered
family, and freedom from sin and from the constant
effort to grasp the unseen.
When Miss Bird returned with her friends to
Edinburgh she halted only two days, and then went
to Tobermory, longing for and yet shrinking from
the memories and associations of The Cottage.
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Perhaps she had too strong a drawing towards
sorrow, a yielding to invincible grief, but her home
had ever been to her the dearest place on earth,
her parents and her sister had ever filled and satisfied
her heart, so that, in spite of a myriad interests and
countless friends, her thoughts dwelt chiefly with
them, and she worked and carried out her projects
stimulated and supported by their presence, whether
actual or subconscious. Each loss at home crushed
her and her only comfort came from God, until in
His good time gain from His consolations fortified
her spirit. The immediate gain was won in her
effort to take up Henrietta's work in Tobermory.
For a time nothing interested her beyond the papers,
which she busied herself in arranging, and the
garden, which she tended, planting and digging
herself. Her Unbeaten Tracks in Japan was published
and she put the parcel of copies away without
opening it.
The things I am interested in are her interests,
and for her sake I have become attached to Tober-
mory. The Cottage is looking lovely ; I have replaced
all the things which were given away and have
brought more drawings of hers for the walls, and
it is exactly as it used to be except that it is " filled
with absence." I love it so. We were so happy
here last year. She is never out of my thoughts,
a living memory and a living hope. I sometimes
feel as if to have known her well was enough to
lead any one to heaven. She was indeed, as many
of the people here call her in Gaelic, " the Blessed
One!"
From that calmer mood of memory she rose into
a nobler mood of activity, a better tribute to the
example which she followed. In November she
wrote to Lady Middleton :
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I came here on October i. It was such agony that
I thought I must leave by the next steamer ; but as
days went by and human interests claimed me, and
there was help to be given and dying people to be
comforted, the first anguish calmed into a sorrow of
exquisite pain and intensity, but without bitterness
or repining against Him who has sent it, and now
I think of staying here till near the middle of next
month. . . . Light surely will break, and, whether in
the light or in the darkness, there is work to be done,
thank God, and in work there is always interest.
By the middle of November this mood revived
her interest in her book, published in two volumes,
already in a third edition, and reviewed with a new
note of admiring respect in The Quarterly Review,
St. James's Gazette, Scotsman, Athenceum, and many
other literary journals. She could even feel a certain
satisfaction in its success, for reasons which she thus
expresses : " It is not only the record of honest
and earnest work, but it vindicates the right of a
woman to do an}^thing which she can do well."
In writing to Mr. Murray she says :
I much wish to see what Nature says about the
Ainos. I am pleased that careful and honest work is
being appreciated.
And again :
Thank you for sending me The Contemporary Review.
I value Sir R. Alcock's favourable opinion of my book
more than any other, and especially his high estimate
of my concluding chapter, which cost me a good deal
of hard work, and was rewritten three times. ... I
am pleased with what may be regarded as a triumph
for a lady traveller, and more highly respect your
judgment in deciding that Sir E. Reid's book would
not crush mine, as I certainly feared it would.
Hitherto not one critic has attached less weight to my
opinions on the ground of their being those of a
woman.
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Her interest in this book may still be shared by us.
Japan has leapt from rung to rung of the ladder of
national greatness, and promises to be as leaven to
the whole East, rousing, vitalising, developing what
has lain in the valley of dry bones for many centuries.
For in that island race there glowed living brain and
eager spirit, and who shall foretell the issue ? Now,
China responds to her call, and India's foremost
minds rejoice; and the West recoils already before
the prowess it inspired. On her deathbed Mrs. Bishop
watched the conflict with amazement and foreboding,
incredulous of the smiting of Goliath to the ground,
for to her Japan was a " little nation," and its Western
garb clung crudely to its Eastern form, as the armour
of his warrior brother to David. She died too soon to
realise how mighty was the rebirth, how astonishing
the spirit breathed into the nostrils of Japan, how
quickly^its form responded to the spirit. She had
seen the country half awake, its remoter parts still
dormant, and she .feared that the colossal foe must
prevail.
But just because she gives so candid and so literal
an account of the country a quarter of a century ago,
her book has the value of accurate history, and cannot
be excluded from the reference books of a conscien-
tious student of the Oriental revival. A few months
ago, on board a steamer between Japan and Korea,
an Englishman asked a Japanese fellow passenger
what modern book would give him the best idea of
Japan. " Bird's Japan is the most valuable," was the
answer — u it describes the interior better than any
more recently written." And that is just its great
merit still. Towns, villages, watering-places, rivers,
mountains, valleys, roads, tea-houses, inns, industries,
schools, and family life, as these were in 1879 — as they
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are in some districts still— are unflinchingly photo-
graphed on the spot, in vigorous word-pictures, by
that keen and unrelenting observation. She admired
much, she censured much, and in what country can
a candid and observant traveller do otherwise ?
Miss Bird was working hard for Henrietta's poor,
and growing to like Tobermory better than she had
done before, so that she felt regret at leaving The
Cottage on December 16, although she fully realised
the disadvantages of the situation, and wrote to
Mr. Murray :
The great drawback of Mull in the winter is the
irregular and often suspended post, as, for instance,
there have been two days within a week in which the
post-boat has been unable to cross, and almost always
when that occurs the gale has been severe enough to
prostrate a number of the Mull telegraph poles. Thus,
amidst howling storms, without letters, newspapers,
or telegraph possibilities, the isolation is very trying ;
but my nerves are so shattered that I need complete
rest, and that I have here, with a sufficient amount of
human interest to make the endurance of solitude
wholesome. The Highlanders have some very charm-
ing qualities, but in cunning, moral timidity, and
plausibility they remind me of savages of rather a
low type.
She stayed a fortnight with Miss Clayton and
the Miss Kers at 28 Rutland Square, in Edinburgh,
before going farther south.
The consoling influence of Dr. Bishop's devoted
love was reaching her heart at last. Her engagement
to him took place early in December. He had passed
through the furnace of her affliction with her, and
only he knew what those last sacred scenes had been
in May. It had long been Henrietta's wish that her
sister should accept his unselfish love ; but had she
lived, Isabella would probably have continued to
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refuse him. Her letters of December indicate the
growth of her deep and almost reverent regard for his
exquisite character. She wrote to Lady Middleton :
I earnestly pray that I may be able to return in
some degree the most unique, self-sacrificing, utterly
devoted love that I have ever seen, and that I may
find calm, and he happiness, while my life lasts.
And in a later letter she continues :
I have accepted the faithful love which has for so
long been mine, and which asks for nothing but
that when the final parting comes I may be able
to say " you have made me less miserable." Ah !
but I hope it may be more than this, and that a love
so unselfish, though it cannot heal the grief, or fill
the vacancy, may as time goes on soothe and comfort,
that he may be happy and that I may know at least
a thankful rest. Our marriage is to be in England
in early March.
Dr. Bishop was a welcome guest at 28 Rutland
Square, where all knew and loved him, and he spent
his evenings there, reading aloud to them Whittier's
Poems during those weeks in December.
Miss Bird went south in January to visit relatives
and to make arrangements for her marriage. Her
cousin, Major Wilberforce Bird, suggested that it
should take place at Barton House, the old family
home in Warwickshire.
CHAPTER VII
MARRIAGE
DR. JOHN BISHOP was born in Sheffield in 1841, and
came to Edinburgh at the age of twenty-five, to
complete the study of medicine, which he had begun
in England. After taking his degree he acted as
Professor Lister's house surgeon and subsequently
had charge of Dr. Matthews Duncan's, Dr. Keith's,
and Dr. Grainger Stewart's wards. In May, 1872,
he began to practise as physician and surgeon in
Edinburgh, and was soon a favourite amongst his
patients, who belonged to the more intellectual class
of that generation. He made valuable contributions
to various medical dictionaries and reviews in the
first years of his general practice. From its com-
mencement he attended Henrietta Bird, introduced
by his friend Dr. Murray Mitchell. His study of
histological botany first attracted Isabella Bird's
interest towards him, and they worked together,
using the microscope for practical research. Then
his admirable treatment of her sister called out her
gratitude and recognition of his medical skill, and
this was endorsed by the favourable opinions of his
worth both as a doctor and a man held by Edinburgh's
best surgeons and professors.
Professional deepened into friendly relations, his
ardent intellectual sympathies were attracted and held
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by Isabella's astonishing mental power, and her many
delightful gifts.
It was not wonderful that, unconsciously to herself,
she should soon become enshrined in the temple of
his heart. His was a nature of a rare simplicity
and purity ; and upon the writer, who knew and
partially understood him, the impression made was
that of a man whose thoughts were not so much
unworldly as crystal-clear from the source of thought,
penetrated by its knowledge, shaped by its wisdom,
made tender by its vast charity. He was gifted with
an absolute selflessness, for ever going out towards
suffering with a keen desire to bear it for others.
This quality, which the word chivalry but feebly
expresses, is the birth-mark of the saviour, wherever
he is found, and it ruled his impulses as inevitably as
the rhythmic beat of life his body. Few noticed this
grace of character, but it was his soul's breath and
by it he lived.
Isabella was conscious of all this, and part of
her nature turned to him for the help it needed,
only part at first, although she was soon to awake
wholly to the forceful spirituality of the man, who
stayed so short a time at her side, but left her a
changed woman, who had caught —
A new light thrown on things,
Contagion from the magnanimity
O' the man whose life lay on his hand so light,
As up he stepped, pursuing duty still
"Higher and harder," as he laughed and said.
Before her marriage she avoided discussion of
her motives, but her friend Mr. Dunlop asked her
playfully if it were possible that one so filled as she
was with high purposes could be so prosaic and like
other people. Pausing a moment, she answered
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gently, " I trust that I am too full of human sympathy
to be quite impervious to these impressions."
She was working intermittently during the latter
half of January, 1881, and completed an able analytical
sketch of Dr. Candlish for the March number of
The Catholic Presbyterian Magazine. It was suggested
by Dr. Wilson's Life of Robert S. Candlish, just then
published by Messrs. A. & C. Black, but was rather
an estimate of the man as she had known and admired
him than a review of his biography. Both she and
her sister often went to hear the old Disruption hero,
orator, and divine, whose good qualities they both
appreciated. Miss Bird's article is singularly well
informed and clear-sighted, penetrating beyond the
outer man into the deep-hearted preacher, pastor,
and scholar, and expressing his value as a combative
debater and church-leader.
It was good for her to be plunged into this some-
what difficult mental exercise during her stay in
England, where she spent some weeks before her
marriage, one of them with Lord and Lady Middleton
in South Street, Mayfair. One afternoon she came
in at tea-time wearing a moderately thick jacket. The
weather was bitterly cold and the frozen streets made
traffic almost impossible.
I asked her [writes Lady Middleton] to take off her
jacket in the warm room, but she refused and, when
I pressed, said laughingly, " I have no other bodice."
I once asked a doctor about this, and he said, "Such
power of bearing cold means a physically large heart."
The late Queen Victoria was another to whom cold
mattered little for the same cause. At that very tea
she stated her intention of being married in her deep
mourning; my Scotch superstition rebelled and we
had an argument, but she held to her intention. I
confess I felt a little sorry for the then to me unknown
fiance, for I believed she was marrying him, as it were,
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under protest. But she came to love him truly after-
wards, as her letters prove. Her real self was buried
then in her sister's grave.
Miss Bird's marriage took place on March 8, 1881,
at the little church of St. Lawrence, Barton-on-the-
Heath, in Warwickshire, her cousin, Major Wilberforce
Bird, giving her away. The rector of the parish, the
Rev. Arthur Nettleship, and the Rev. the Hon. Walter
R. Verney, whose wife was Major Bird's daughter,
performed the ceremony. The bride was in deep
mourning and there were no wedding guests. It was
peace she sought, not joy, and the little group round
the altar that day harmonised with the old ancestral
tombs and tablets on the walls rather than with
the marriage bells that pealed as they left for Barton
House.
Mrs. Bishop described her husband to Lady Middleton
in a letter written soon afterwards :
He is about, or a little under the middle height,
very plain, wears spectacles and is very grey, but his
face is redeemed by eyes which Sir Noel Paton says
are " beautiful from their purity," and a high, broad,
intellectual brow. He is very intellectual and studious,
very receptive and appreciative intellectually, and very
able, much cultured, with very artistic tastes, but no
artistic facility, passionately fond of nature, very
diffident, not calculated to shine socially, or to pro-
duce a favourable impression at first \ with a simple,
truthful, loyal, unselfish nature and unfathomable
depths of love and devotion. A character of truer,
simpler worth could not be found.
If the "spark from heaven" had not yet kindled
her heart towards John Bishop, she reverenced and
admired him more than she did any man living ; and if
we remember that she was in her fiftieth year when she
married, we can hardly wonder that the dreamy rapture
of romantic love was absent from her heart, though
ST. LAWRENCE'S CHURCH, BARTON-ON-THE-MCOR,
WHERE MRS. BISHOP WAS MARRIED.
From a sketch by herself.
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it was replaced by absolute trust and sincere affection.
Indeed, she still kept the " cruel fellowship of sorrow,"
was still " drunk with loss." When she returned to
Edinburgh with her husband, her first preoccupation
was her grief and loneliness.
It would have been wiser [she wrote to Lady
Middleton] to have broken away altogether from the
old life and circumstances rather than to attempt to
gather up their fragments. She was my world] I
ventured all that I had to give upon her life, and
exhausted my power of absorbing love upon her.
She was the inspiration of anything worth doing that
I ever did, and I am now reaching despairingly after
the life that she lives away from me.
Dr. Bishop, with tender consideration for this mood,
suggested to her a fortnight's change at The Cottage,
and, in spite of the pain of every revived memory, it
did her good. The barren wilderness of modern
Edinburgh society, into which her return almost
forcibly projected her, with its sterile talk, its
curiosity, and its dull range of personal interests,
had much to do with her depression — for she felt
less overwhelmed at Tobermory, where " Nature was
the same and her changelessness so soothing."
She needed solitude again and again — cave, cot, or
cell — the place where her mind could recover from
the fretful, arid, thriftless energising of conventionality.
A tender little note to Mrs. Macdiarmid belongs
to this stay at The Cottage :
I feel that many days would not exhaust what you
could tell me about her. What you told me at her
grave comforts me ; but she could not know what her
loss would be, or how I loved her, or how all my days
would be darkened, because she "is not." It was a
mercy that she did not know that she was going, for I
think she would have mourned so much over what her
loss would be to others.
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On her return to Edinburgh the occupations in-
cident to her settling down in a place where she
had already an almost unmanageable circle of ac-
quaintances filled every day. Dr. Bishop had taken
12 Walker Street as their home, and part of the old
furniture, which she had stored after leaving 3 Castle
Terrace, was used for the bedrooms and for Mrs.
Bishop's own writing-room. The drawing-room was
beautiful, and had the charm of originality, for her
bronzes and embroideries gave it an Oriental char-
acter, sustained by Eastern cabinets and the palms
which stood in the daimio's bath. Her rare lacquer,
Satsuma and Nagasaki china, and antique bronzes were
very different from the cheap ware in these materials
which flooded the market to gratify a momentary
caprice. A pair of the bronzes represented two
mythical heroes of Japan — twins, like Castor and
Pollux, but, unlike the Roman brethren, rogues and
vagabonds of the worst description, who lived by
the abnormal length of legs possessed by one and
of arms possessed by the other. The long-legged
brother forded rivers and climbed mountains with
the dwarf upon his shoulders, and the latter looked
into all the houses which they passed, stretched out
his telescopic arms and abstracted food, sake, vessels,
and clothing as they required. These bronzes were
candlesticks, and Japanese humorists had modelled
exquisite lotus-blossoms to receive the candles — a
flower which, in their symbolism, is the emblem of
righteousness — just as if the scamps were pressing
upwards to attain it.
The lease of Henrietta's cottage in Tobermory
having nearly expired, Dr. Bishop decided to renew
it, as the Highland home served as a retreat where
Isabella could rest, write, garden, and visit her
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sister's poor. He had promised her that, when
the need of travel awoke, she should go to what-
ever end of the earth beckoned to her, and he
used to say, " I have only one formidable rival
in Isabella's heart, and that is the high tableland of
Central Asia." But during the few and anxious
years of her married life she never left him except
for a short resting-space. A letter to Mrs. Greaves
Bagshawe, written during the few weeks spent at
Tobermory in 1881, gives a picture of her in The
Cottage :
I am sitting in the low foldings-chair that you gave
me, in the sweet sitting-room in the house which
she created, and which is consecrated by lovely
memories of her lovely life and serene happiness.
God only knows what it is to sit here alone, and yet
the very anguish, because it is so full ofiher, is dearer
to me than all else. ... I try to carry out her wishes
here and elsewhere as much as I can, but all that I can
dp is so poor and shadowy compared with what she
did. Here her interests have become mine, and I am
devotedly attached to the place and people. We are
just renewing the lease of The Cottage. It is a shrine,
but a pivot also. If we gave it up, I could not in any
way carry out her work, for which personal know-
ledge and sympathies are so largely needed. My
husband is considerate, devoted, and unselfish beyond
anything I have ever seen. His love is truly won-
derful. For him I regret the incurable nature of my
grief, though he asks nothing but to be allowed to try
to soothe it. My book on Japan is being translated
into German for publication at Jena in October. It is
in a fourth edition, both here and in America. I have
written nothing this year but a sketch (analytical) of
the character of Dr. Candlish. I hope after a time
that I may be able to write again, as I have much left
to say, but Dr. Stewart lately enjoined rest for four
months.
Early in September, Kalakaua, the King of
Hawaii-nei, arrived in Edinburgh, where he was the
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guest of Mr. and Mrs. Macfie, of Dreghorn Castle.
After being present at a grand conclave of the Knights
of the Red Cross of Constantine, he lunched with
his old friend Mrs. Bishop and her husband at
12 Walker Street, and there conferred on her the
Hawaiian Literary Order of Kapiolani. She wrote
to Mr. Macfie prior to the king's arrival :
He is a very unassuming man, who would be
pleased with the humblest lodging, and will be
delighted with Dreghorn. I think it would be both
fitting and kind if you offered him hospitality during
his stay, and Dr. Bishop and I would have great
pleasure in being your guests.
Another incident of the month was Queen Victoria's
visit to the Infirmary, where Mrs. Bishop had the
privilege of seeing her. " She looked radiant and
noble, and so very well and young for her years."
Dr. Bishop snatched a brief holiday late in
September; and after visits near the highest part of
the Peak, and to Peterborough, he wrote from The
Elms, Houghton :
Here we have had a time of rest and brightness
all too short. Isabella showed me Cromwell's school,
Cowper's house, the church of which Cromwell's
father was a churchwarden, and we have made
pilgrimages to the lovely home of her father's later
ministry. Yesterday she rowed me on the Ouse
past the rectory, to Hartford Church, with its one
set of arches Norman, the opposite ones very early
English. Your heart will tell you how delighful all
this is to me, and how full of pathos and tenderest
interest to both of us.
When they returned, Dr. Bishop sent his wife for
a few days to Tobermory, where she caught a chill
by helping to put out a fire which threatened The
Cottage in the middle of a bitterly cold night.
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Immediately afterwards she was summoned to
Edinburgh by the illness of her husband— an illness
which was to overshadow, with but few brief intervals,
the whole of her married life.
On Sunday night [she wrote to Lady Middleton
early in November] it came on to blow a full gale
from the S.E. On Monday morning, just after the
daily steamer had left, came a telegram from two
doctors saying that my husband was ill and asking
me to come at once. I offered £100 to any boatman
who would get me to Oban for the night train, but
the answer was that if it could be done they would
do it for love, and indeed the Sound was yeasty with
foam and smoking with spindrift. Four telegrams
arrived that miserable day — twenty-three hours of
helpless waiting. I left on Tuesday morning, but
the train stuck twice in the snow, and I did not arrive
till late, but found him better. He had a severe
relapse on Wednesday evening, and a tendency to
failure of the heart on Thursday morning, but since
then has been improving steadily. He performed an
operation on a foreign sailor in the erysipelas ward
01 the fever hospital on Friday, having, they tell me,
a slight scratch on his face, and came back with
shiverings and sickness. Every organ except the
brain has been affected ; the eyes and back of the
head were exceedingly bad. Such angelic quiescence,
sweetness, and unselfishness I have only seen once
before. The servants said they thought he would
not get better because he was so good ! I now think
that his recovery will be rapid, although he is not
out of bed yet.
When he was able to travel they went to Seaton
Carew Vicarage to visit the Lawsons, and thence,
on November 24, to Birdsall House. It was during
this visit that the inventor of a new side-saddle,
low and level, sent Mrs. Bishop a specimen in
deference to her prowess as a horsewoman. Lady
Middleton remembers how " she insisted on having
it put on a mettlesome, high-bred, sixteen hands
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hunter, and climbed up to try the seat, but it was an
effort, and rather alarmed me and the horse, who
never quite forgot it when mounted in future."
To accompany her husband on Saturdays she was
breaking herself into " elderly rides " on a side-saddle,
but felt " a crippled fool " all the time.
This long visit did both invalids good.
I think [wrote Mrs. Bishop after their return to Edin-
burgh], in his secret heart, he has always associated
grace and charm with the cloven hoof, and I watched
silently and with amusement the struggle going on
in his mind and his complete surrender. To-day he
said: "I am thinking of Lady Middleton. What a
wonderful influence she must have ! She's unearthly."
Early in 1882, while Dr. Bishop recovered sufficiently
to resume both his practice and his Infirmary work,
Mrs. Bishop was seriously ill and in continuous pain
from a succession of carbuncles, which formed close
to her spine and just where the operation for fibrous
tumour had been performed in her girlhood. During
the following weeks she was practically an invalid ;
and being in Edinburgh for a short period, I spent
many hours with her and made her husband's
acquaintance. I recollect his keen enjoyment in being
read to aloud, and in his first introduction to Robert
Browning's poems, which he demanded every evening.
Four afternoon parties were given in February, forty
guests at each, chiefly to show the Polynesian and
Japanese curios, the former of which attracted special
notice because of King Kalakaua's recent visit. This
indeed had reawakened public interest in the Sand-
wich Islands, and a whole new edition of her book was
sold during this winter. The volumes on Japan had
also achieved a marked success and yielded a very
satisfactory return of profits, so that she wrote with
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warmth, " I, at all events, have no cause to complain
of my publishers."
In March Bishop Burdon and Mrs. Burdon arrived
from South China and stayed a fortnight with Dr. and
Mrs. Bishop, who planned medical missionary drawing-
room meetings and breakfasts for them and helped them
to carry through their plans. The cause of medical
missions was strongly advocated by Dr. Bishop, and
he spared no trouble to prosper it, being convinced
that it was based upon sound principles and had been
adopted by Christ Himself, not only in His personal
ministry, but in His instructions to those of His dis-
ciples whom He commissioned to teach His Gospel
and whom He qualified with healing power.
When April came, the anxieties and strain of winter
had reduced Mrs. Bishop to prostration, and she fled
for a week to Tobermory, taking with her a traveller's
store of provisions and cooking-pans, for her Cottage
housekeeper was very ill and she did not wish to
supplant her with a stranger. Mrs. Macdonald and
her daughter came to the rescue and helped her
daily. The weather was glorious, though snow
crowned the hills, so she could walk a little and visit
ill her Tobermory friends, and she was somewhat
>ted by the i8th, when she returned to Edinburgh,
let at Falkirk by Dr. Bishop. The very next day
found her entertaining forty-six people at afternoon
tea, and till May 6 she was engulfed in the usual
Edinburgh vortex.
During her absence, Dr. Bishop dined every
evening with Professor and Mrs. Blackie. He had
strongly advised Professor Blackie to give up his
chair of Greek in Edinburgh University, as acute
illness of some duration that spring pointed towards
resignation, and the wise old Scot accepted his
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physician's dictum with cheerfulness. Every evening
after dinner some favourite poem of Robert
Browning's was read ; but in spite of anxious efforts
to appreciate it, Dr. Bishop could not reach the level
of enthusiasm demanded by the reader. Mrs. Bishop
wrote to Mrs. Blackie about the Professor's resignation:
After it appeared in the papers, John showed me
his letter to him, which I thought wise, wholesome,
and beautiful. I trust you will be greatly relieved
by this decision. You made my husband so happy
at your home. With his loving and grateful nature
you have made him your slave for life. It was a
most kind thought, and it was such a relief to me
to think that he was being cared for. I am doing
some literary work, but the glow has faded from it,
as from all else except nature, which I love more
than ever since my darling died. She, as I always
told her, was my inspiration. I work listlessly and
wearily now and care nothing either for fame or
money.
The " literary work " was her notes of the Malay
Peninsula. These were in the accustomed form
of letters to her sister, to whose " Beloved Memory"
the book was eventually dedicated. Perhaps her
health was more accountable for her listlessness
and weariness than her loss, but she had allowed
herself to be captured by a morbid obsession regarding
that loss which the special character of her ailments
fostered. This morbid strain exaggerated her personal
moods. When she conquered its influence and went
out in large sympathy towards others, she was clear-
headed, wise and practical. Happily, she was
normally conscious of this entanglement of physio-
logical with emotional depression and could combat
it, but after exhausting work, illness, or grief she
yielded to its recurrence.
On May 6 Dr. and Mrs. Bishop went to London,
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where they spent ten days together, he returning
to his work on the i5th, when she crossed the
Channel, halted at Paris to hear two addresses, and
took the night train to Turin on the i8th. Miss
Clayton and her friends were at Cadenabbia, where
Mrs. Bishop joined them on the 2oth. From that
date till July 8 she was at the Italian Lakes and
in Switzerland and Tyrol, but the only mention of
her travels, except the barest diary jottings, occurs
in a letter to Mrs. Blackie, dated August 5 :
Switzerland was very nice, but I don't like the Swiss,
and, after the frank, genial manners of the people of
Northern Italy, I found them specially ungracious.
The most delightful place we were at was Soglio, high
up above the chestnut woods of the lovely Val
Bregaglia, where we lived in an old palace of the de
Salis, built in 1538, and with furniture of the sixteenth
century, looking across to the glaciers and snow-fields
of the Val Bendasca. That was the kind of place that
I like.
On returning to London in July, she found a " mild
ovation " awaiting her, and many invitations. She
visited Mr. Murray several times, one of the occasions
being an evening party of a hundred and twenty
people, including Miss Gordon Cumming, Miss North,
id other famous travellers — "very pleasant," she
:omments. On July 18 she went home, Dr. Bishop
meeting her at Galashiels.
During all these summer weeks she had been busy
with The Golden Chersonese, and complained even in
Switzerland of the listlessness which dogged her
efforts at work. Traces of this are indeed observable
in the volume, but perhaps the subject was scarcely
so inspiring as those of her earlier books. The Golden
Chersonese is far more valuable from a practical than
from a literary point of view, and a brief five weeks
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full of discomforts and dangers, in a land where she
had no opportunity of becoming acquainted with the
people, and where therefore her experiences were
amongst the residents and their entourage, did not
provide her pen with that panoramic variety which
made Unbeaten Tracks in Japan so delightful. She
was, in fact, driven to study up the subject from both
standard and official sources of information, and to
work in, with her adventures, a number of admirable
chapters devoted to the history, geography, and
economic features of the little-known peninsula.
These, as she tells us in a footnote to the preface,
were based upon annual reports and upon the two
main authorities for the Malayan Peninsula.
Professor Blackie was that autumn preparing his
Wisdom of Goethe, of whom and of the Professor she
wrote on August 6:
Professor Blackie lunched with me lately, looking
very well and in great spirits. He is at present
pounding Goethe into people as a pattern of moral
excellence. I have no admiration for an exclusively
artistic nature which deliberately puts sorrow, suffering,
and evil out of its picture of life, because they won't
" compose," and at the best this was Goethe's nature.
At the worst, perhaps " Rab " was not far wrong
when he epitomised Goethe's Life by Lewes as " a
beast writing the life of a beast." I wish that Professor
Blackie, one of the whitest souls among men, would
not be so tempestuous in his defence of Goethe's
morals and views on morals.
Nor did she express her opinion less explicitly to
the Professor himself, when she wrote after the
appearance of his volume of extracts :
Goethe is always fascinating, and you make him
still more so, but personally, the preponderance of the
purely artistic element in his nature repels me. When
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I admire him, it is with an intellectual appreciation of
the vigour, brilliancy, culture, and many-sidedness
of his intellect, but I am not in sympathy with his
nature.
She had derived considerable benefit from Switzer-
land, so we find her energetically busy during the
rest of summer with work, hospitality, and tricycling,
and there is not a single allusion to her own health
either in letters or diary. On August 23 she went
to Tobermory for a month, and this improvement
lasted and enabled her to go daily amongst her
neighbours — amongst whom were Bishop Burdon and
his wife — to entertain them constantly at The Cottage,
to work in her little garden, to row herself across
the bay to Aros House, and to spend her mornings
and evenings at her Golden Chersonese.
When she returned to Edinburgh late in September
she found her husband far from well. They had
hoped to spend his holiday together at Ford, in
Derbyshire, and at Birdsall, but the Infirmary held
him fast till near the end of October, when his illness
became sufficiently serious to keep him in bed for
some days and to upset their plan of paying visits.
Mrs. Bishop explained his condition to Lady Middleton
in a letter dated December 10. The blood-poisoning
of the previous autumn was not eradicated. It
was sapping at the quality of his blood, and the
slightest over-exhaustion or chill — neither one nor
the other avoidable in his work — brought on a tem-
porary collapse. When he was convalescent, a change
was advisable.
He was only up to very short journeys, so we went
to Moffat and Hexham, and explored the Roman
Wall in a high, double dogcart, and then went to
two rectories in the south of Durham among my
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kin, and then to Canon Tristram's at Durham, to
revel in Durham Cathedral.
Lady Middleton wished her to write a memoir of
Henrietta, and in the letter quoted already she gave
reasons for her hesitation :
I cannot yet attempt the beautiful life which you
wot of. Every hunt among my sister's papers and
every attempt to put on paper anything about her
brings on such violent physical agitation, succeeded
by collapse, that I feel, for my husband's sake, I must
wait for more strength before I begin the labour of
love. It is awfully lonely to be the last of one's family,
and to have no one to share one's early memories and
with whom to recall the delightful peculiarities and
individualities of father and mother, and all the
beloved events and trifles which made up the past.
Sorrow and I must walk hand in hand till, through
" the grave and gate of death," I pass alone into the
world where there shall be "no more death, neither
sorrow nor crying." My husband is perfect in character
and perfect in love, my devoted lover yet, and I try to
conceal from him how much I suffer.
She continues :
I have quite given up making calls, and find the
relief indescribable. It is almost freedom. We accept
two dinner invitations weekly. I am "at home" every
Friday afternoon ; I give small, cosy afternoon teas,
and go to my friends when they let me know that I
shall find them, and consider that I pay my debt to
society. My spine is considerably worse, and I go up
and down stairs with so much difficulty, and am so
altogether unable to drive over pavements, that giving
up calls was a necessity, but at the same time I don't
find poor people's stairs present such insurmountable
difficulties !
She refreshed herself with microscopic work, and
went twice a week to the Botanic Gardens to
Professor Balfour's lectures on "Microscopic Crypto-
gamic Botany," and delighted in their marvellous
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revelations. She was already a good botanist, as
her remarkable observation of plants in the Sandwich
Islands and in Japan revealed, and she constantly
enlarged her study of the various departments of
vegetable life. Indeed, her great horticultural know-
ledge induced the principals of a firm for importing
foreign trees and plants for acclimatisation to offer
her a large commission if she would undertake to
be their agent, an appointment which she did not
accept. Some passages in The Golden Chersonese
illustrate this power of noting plants as she passed
through a tropical jungle. Here is one from the
letter describing her journey from Larut to Kwala
Kangsa in Perak :
In the day's journey I counted one hundred and
twenty-six differing trees and shrubs, fifty-three trailers,
seventeen epiphytes, and twenty-eight ferns. I saw
more of the shrubs and epiphytes than I have yet
done, from the altitude of an elephant's back. There
was an Asplenium nidus, which had thirty-seven
perfect fronds radiating from a centre, each frond
irom three and a quarter to five and a half feet long,
and varying from myrtle to the freshest tint of pea-
green! There was an orchid with hardly visible
leaves, which bore six crowded clusters of flowers
close to the branch of the tree on which it grew,
each cluster composed of a number of spikes of red
coral tipped with pale green. In the openings there
were small trees with gorgeous erythrina-like flowers,
glowing begonias, red lilies, a trailer with trumpet-
shaped blossoms of canary yellow, and a smaller
trailer which climbs over everything that is not high,
entwining itself with the blue thunbergia, and bearing
on single stalks single blossoms, primrose-shaped, of
a salmon-orange colour, with a velvety black centre.
In some places one came upon three varieties of
nepenthes, or " monkey-cups," some of their pitchers
holding (I should think) a pint of fluid, and most of
them packed with the skeletons of betrayed guests ;
then in moist places upon steel-blue aspleniums and
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luxuriant selaginellas, and then came caelogynes with
white blossoms, white-flowered dendrobiums all
growing on or clinging to trees, with scarlet-veined
banksias, caladiums, gingerworts, and aroids —
inclining one to make incessant exclamations of
wonder and delight.
All December and January she was occupied with
the manuscript and proofs of this book, which she
finished on February 7, 1883. The Leisure Hour was
favoured with three chapters on the subject, called
" Sketches in Malay Peninsula " — but the book itself
was published by Mr. Murray in April, under the
title, which her sister chose for it four years earlier,
The Golden Chersonese. Its starting-point is China, and
five of the letters are descriptive of Hong Kong and
Canton, while three deal with Saigon and Singapore.
The long introductory chapter, and from Letter IX.
to the end — embracing altogether 278 pages — are
occupied with the Malay Peninsula, and an immense
amount of valuable information is packed into this
compass. The book made a favourable impression.
During the latter part of 1882 Mrs. Bishop had
another bad spinal attack, and in February and
March, 1883, was so ill that her hand could hardly
hold a pen. A series of sleepless nights in January
preceded this break-down, caused partly by anxiety
respecting Dr. Bishop, who was working at full
pressure and growing whiter and more delicate every
week, though he persisted in fulfilling his daily duties
in every detail. By April she was better and fled
to Tobermory, where she regained her vigour, put
the garden in order — planting and sowing — and visited
all her sister's friends, rich and poor.
In June she went to London — where, after a fort-
night of movement and almost of gaiety, luncheons,
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dinners, rides in the Park, visits to the Health
Exhibition and the Academy, she was joined by her
husband and together they left for Canterbury and
St. Leonards on June 22.
After a few days' rest by the sea they went to
Devonshire to carry out a plan made in May, a
driving and riding tour which lasted three weeks,
and which included all that was beautiful in cathedral,
church, castle, and coast in that county. It is startling
to read of this energetic enterprise on the part of two
invalids, but it is certain that both greatly enjoyed it.
Alas ! for one of them it was too hazardous. By
July 1 8 Dr. Bishop was once more so ill that they
had to halt at Clifton to consult Dr. Shaw. They
were due at The Butts, Westbury, the home of
Mrs. Merttins Bird and her daughter, who although
themselves absent, had invited them to make use
of their house for a few days, on their way to the
deanery at Llandaff. But Dr. Bishop grew rapidly
worse and the local doctors gave up all hope of his
recovery. Four consultations were held and Pro-
fessors Grainger Stewart and Greenfield came from
Edinburgh to attend one of these, but they had little
encouragement to offer. In August it seemed as if
the end were very near. On the i4th Mrs. Bishop
wrote to Lady Middleton, who had a short time
earlier suffered a week of almost despairing suspense
about Lord Middleton :
On our way to the Dean of Llandaft's, we were
stranded here a month ago, and often, often I wonder
if I shall at last go forth alone. My dear, gentle,
devoted husband, after goading the weary brain and
body up to the verge of paralysis, is now laid down
to rest, a white and wasted form just moved from
bed to a couch by the fire, or on very fine days to
a couch outside the window, and fed with milk, wine,
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brandy and egg, or beef-tea every two hours. It is
such a strange and still life — all doing in the present
and all planning for the future at an end. God only
knows what the result is to be. The doctors give
little hope of recovery.
On September 9 she wrote again :
He has become a skeleton with transparent white
hands, and his face is nothing but a beard and beau-
tiful eyes. He is always happy; everything, however
distressing, is " all right." He says that these weeks
have been the happiest time of his life. His mind is
very clear and bright ; he is full of fun, interest, and
thought for others. My aunt speaks of the " sweet
dignity of his self-control," and his utter selflessness — a
thing beyond unselfishness. I nursed him entirely day
and night for six weeks ; but when he came to require
lifting, I sent for the splendid woman who nursed my
sister, and who saw him then so strong for others.
She quite adores him, and it is a great comfort to me
to have a person who knows something of my husband.
On Saturday week he was sinking so fast that the
doctors said he would not see midnight, and on the
following Monday he nearly sank. " My love is
the love of eternity," he whispered, as I wiped what
was believed to be the death-dew from his brow. We
are now fighting death inch by inch. It is an awful
time. Death may occur at any moment from "fatal
syncope"; but perhaps even now God will hear
prayer, and preserve that useful, unselfish, stainless
life. I now realise that his devoted love has stood
between me and the worst desolation, ever since he
led me from the death-chamber at Tobermory.
The fight was steadfastly maintained, and at last,
on December 3, some of the more alarming symptoms
were subdued, and it was possible to remove him
to London. Mrs. Merttins Bird and her daughter
had done everything for them both during the
four and a half months of anxiety. The nurse was
assisted by a dear young friend from Tobermory,
whose devotion was an unspeakable relief and
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support to Mrs. Bishop. Dr. Nicholson and Dr. Shaw
took him to the station, and Dr. Shaw travelled
with him to Paddington, where Dr. Dixon and
Dr. Wright met him, with a carriage sent by Miss
Poole. They went to the Paddington Hotel for
three weeks, and here he was constantly visited not
only by the gentlemen already mentioned, but by
Sir Andrew Clark and his old professor, Mr. Lister.
They saw him together on the 5th, but gave no
definite verdict on that day. It was a case of
" pernicious anaemia," and its origin was doubtless
that unfortunate operation on the Swedish sailor
in the erysipelas ward of Edinburgh Infirmary in
autumn, 1881, when he forgot the tiny scratch on
his face, which laid him open to blood-poisoning.
Their advice was to get him at once to the sea-
side, so Dr. Dixon accompanied him and Mrs. Bishop
to St. Leonards, where they remained all January,
February, and part of March, 1884. There ensued
at first a great improvement in his general con-
dition. The weather was brilliant in January, and
he was often able to go out for an hour in a bath-
chair. Some cousins of Mrs. Bishop's were staying
at Hastings, and came constantly to share her nursing,
reading to him and cheering him. His appetite im-
proved, and for a time the strain of apprehension
was relaxed. Two good doctors saw him almost
daily, and till February the only disquieting circum-
stance was the recall of his valuable nurse and the
incompetence of her successors. But then the im-
provement ceased, and some of the worst symptoms
reappeared. He was dependent on the weather, as
are so many sensitive invalids. Constant sickness
and inability to take food returned. So it was
decided that he must see Sir Andrew Clark again,
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and Mrs. Bishop took him back to London, where
a consultation was held on March 18. The verdict,
if not favourable, was at least not threatening, so
it was possible for her to leave him in charge of
hospitable friends, the doctors, and a nurse, and go
to Edinburgh on the long-delayed business involved
in dismantling their Edinburgh home, which had
now to be given up.
It was a melancholy errand, and involved almost
heart-breaking work, for time and her husband's
devotion had gradually strengthened her attachment
to the house in Walker Street. At last, with the
help of friends, valuables were taken to the bank
and the furniture was stored, and she was able to
take the night train back to London on April 7.
She had received two telegrams daily, and sometimes
a letter, from her husband, who was with her friend
Mrs. Bowman, and she was rejoiced to find him
looking a little better.
She longed to take her husband to Tobermory, and
asked the Macdonalds to superintend some necessary
preparations. They had been the kindest of neigh-
bours to Henrietta, and were to prove themselves
devoted friends to Mrs. Bishop.
I have wanted to tell you how delighted I was
with Maggie, and how highly I think of her. A more
competent, thoughtful helper I could not have had,
and her gentle, sympathetic, and sweet ways were
such a comfort to me. She never thought 01 herself,
and always seemed to know without being told exactly
what I wanted. She has prudence and tact beyond
her years — a very dear girl.
The doctors now advised Brighton for her husband,
and they moved there on April 9, and were joined
there by Blair, their trusted servant, who helped to
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nurse him. There can be no doubt that Dr. Bishop's
health revived in the strong sea air, and he not only
went out daily in a bath-chair, but was able to go
for short walks and an occasional long drive. His
brother came to Brighton, and was his frequent
companion. Nearly every evening he was massaged ;
his whole weight at the beginning of their stay was
eight stone, but he gained flesh before they left.
It was during this time that Mrs. Bishop made the
acquaintance of Mrs. Peter Taylor, who spent the last
twenty years of her life in and near Brighton. Her
" Wednesdays " at Aubrey House, on Campden Hill,
had been famous, and in their social and cosmopolitan
variety had a character of their own. Mrs. Taylor
was the personal friend of Mazzini, Garibaldi, John
Stuart Mill, the Grotes, and of many pioneers of
reform. She collected about her a memorable circle
of men and women — somewhat regardless of their
poverty or wealth, but with care as to their worth,
ability, and convictions. Perhaps few are living now
who remember her lovely face and slight form, the
delicate lavenders and sea-greens of her dress, her
clear, penetrating glance, bright laughter, and swift
wit. Mrs. Bishop appreciated her at once, and went
to see her often during May, 1884.
She wrote to Mr. Murray from Brighton in answer
to his inquiries :
Under new treatment an improvement has taken
place, which has been maintained for more than a
month. Some strength has been gained, and there
seems now reason to hope for recovery, though by
very slow degrees. We have sold our Edinburgh
house, as the doctors have decreed a wandering life
for eighteen months. A facsimile of my Rocky
Mountains travelling dress is being exhibited at the
National Health Exhibition, at the request of the
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Committee. I might have made the exhibit dainty
and attractive, but it is strictly a working costume,
such as I shall wear if I travel in outlandish regions
again.
After five weeks she took her husband back to
London to ask Sir Andrew Clark's sanction for a
three months' residence at Tobermory. This was
given, and they began to move northwards by easy
stages, one of them being Ilkley, where Dr. Bishop
enjoyed the moors, and ventured out on the heather
for brief walks. He was weighed here by Dr. John-
stone, and found to be nine stone, two pounds. Mrs.
Bishop left him at Ilkley, and went on to Tobermory
to make all ready for his coming. During all this
time she never recorded a word about herself and
her ailments. Self had passed out of sight in love's
ministry. Her diary is filled with entries concerning
him — his doctors, nurses, movements, daily condition.
On July 26 Dr. Bishop arrived by the Pioneer, on
board which she had made all arrangements for his
comfort. He seemed wonderfully well after the double
journey by rail and boat, and was able to stroll up
to Heanish that very evening.
CHAPTER VIII
LOSS
WHILE the weather kept up, Dr. Bishop continued
to improve. Two young doctors, Mrs. Macdonald's
sons, were at home and took him out boating almost
daily. His brother came to the new hotel for a
month, and was his companion, boating or driving.
He ate better, began to sketch, sat out a great deal,
made visits and enjoyed those of friends and neigh-
bours. By the end of August, 1884, ne nad gained
half a stone. Mrs. Bishop was at liberty to read
and write a little and to visit the poor people whose
care she regarded as Henrietta's legacy.
On the 23rd she wrote to Lady Middleton :
I wished I had been with you when you entertained
Lowell, whom I remember as a young widower living
in a small clematis-embowered wooden house in Cam-
bridge, Mass., wearing masses of brown auburn hair
rather long, and being regarded as resembling Shake-
speare. He was then known only as the author of
The Biglow Papers. I think much more of him as a
most accomplished critic than as a man of great literary
talent. I wonder what he is like now. His public
appearances are tactful and charming.
Unfortunately about that time torrents of rain
and thunderous heat replaced the fresh summer air
and sunshine, and Dr. Bishop ceased to benefit and
even began to lose ground.
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I do not now think [she wrote] that John will recover,
but unless he has an illness he may live for a long
time as an invalid. He is ordered to the Riviera for the
winter, and unless this retrograde movement goes on
I suppose we shall leave in November, paying perhaps
one or two visits previously. He keeps up his wonder-
ful patience and quiet cheerfulness. He spends much
of his time in drawing, which he only began in May,
but already he has taken one or two slight sketches in
water colours. He can walk about two hundred yards,
and take long drives, but his great delight is in boating
— actual sailing in the Sound of Mull.
She was busy in leisure hours with the compression
of Unbeaten Tracks in Japan into one volume — for a
new edition which Mr. Murray asked her to prepare—
leaving out statistics and making it a book of travel
and adventure. She finished this by October i, a
week before taking Dr. Bishop to Edinburgh. Mr.
Murray had also inquired about her notes of travel
in the Highlands of Scotland in the fifties and sixties,
but these had all been destroyed.
On October 8 they travelled to Edinburgh, after
a day's halt at Oban for the invalid. Lodgings were
taken at 16 Alva Street, where they stayed a fort-
night, Professor Grainger Stewart and Dr. Ritchie
daily visiting Dr. Bishop. A new treatment was
begun, but he was losing ground, and it was impera-
tive to get him away as soon as possible. They
moved to the Royal Hotel, because Mrs. Bishop
noticed that he ate more when people were about
him, and there I saw him on a blusterous autumn
day. He looked pearly white, but his eyes were
full of peace/ goodness, and cheerfulness, and he
asked me to come back in the evening and read
King John to him. I was staying with Mrs. Blackie,
who thought it hazardous to go out in the midst
of a perfect tempest of wind and rain, but the promise
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to one so near the world of spirits, and who looked
already like one of their company, was sacred. He
met me at the head of the staircase. " I knew you
would come," he said ; " Isabella thought you could
not possibly come, but I knew better." He enjoyed
the reading greatly and listened till it was time to
cease, thanking me generously when I left.
Two days later they were in London at the Portland
Hotel, where Dr. Bishop's brother joined them and
went with them to Dover, Paris, Marseilles, and
Hyeres, which they reached on November 19.
The opinion of the London doctors [wrote Mrs.
Bishop from Dover to Mrs. Macdonald] all but shuts
out hope ; they say that the journey is a great risk,
but that he could not in this country live more than
three months. I look at the sea before the window,
which it is proposed that he shall cross, and seem ever
to hear a voice saying, " Weep sore for him that goeth
away, for he shall return no more, nor see his native
country any more."
The passage was bad, and, although he was laid
on an air bed throughout the whole journey, it tried
him severely. When at length Hyeres was reached,
Mrs. Bishop secured a suite of rooms at the Hotel
de TErmitage — " two large bow-windowed rooms
with a splendid view, and a smaller one with a fine
wood view."
Dr. Bishop was so exhausted that he lay scarcely
noting who was there, or what was done. She
nursed him day and night herself for a fortnight,
giving him milk and brandy every two and a half
hours, and now and then a freshly gathered orange.
Then she found an English nurse just disengaged,
who took the night duty. He regained a very little
strength by December and liked to be read to. He
talked a great deal about Tobermory, saying again
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and again, " Last summer was the happiest time in
my life." He longed for news of all the people
there, and Mrs. Bishop asked Mrs. Macdonald to
send them a letter full of details about everybody.
He was still entirely confined to bed.
Besides nursing him and reading to him, I get
very little done [she wrote to Lady Middleton on
January 22, 1885], a little drawing, a little French
study, and two or three sheets of A Pilgrimage
to Mount Sinai. My head and heart are weary,
and I find it difficult to lose myself in my subject.
Mr. Murray asked her to send an article on the
Riviera to the editor of The Quarterly Review, but
she was too dispirited by her immediate pre-
occupations to consent. She had promised Dr.
Macaulay, of The Leisure Hour, to put her notes of
the desert journey to Mount Sinai in order, and
from time to time she spent an hour upon them.
The three papers were not finished till the end of
1885, and appeared in 1886.
At the beginning of the former year an improve-
ment in Dr. Bishop's health gave short-lived hope.
He could sit up, be carried down to the Terrace,
and even take a short drive, but in February this
rally ebbed and he seemed to be fast sinking. Then
with March came an even more encouraging revival,
and for a time she almost hoped to take him back
to England for the summer. She was in desperate
need of change and rest, and the presence of her
capable friend Miss Clayton enabled her to take it,
when the spell of improvement grew steadier in
April. She described this three weeks' holiday in
a letter to Mr. Murray written on April 29 :
As I had only such luggage as I could easily carry
myself and had fairly good weather, I saw a good
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deal and enjoyed it as much as anxiety and feeble
health on my own part would allow me. I went to
every place along the coast from Cannes to Final
Marina ! My preference for outlandish travelling and
half-civilised peoples remains unshaken, however.
I had not realised that the Riviera is suburban
Genoa, or suburban Marseilles, or both, for its
whole extent, and still speculators are planting trees,
making boulevards, and building unsightly nouses.
I spent a week at Cannes, or rather at Garibondy
in perfect weather. The unusual rains have given
the gardens and surroundings of Cannes an exquisite
beauty this year.
She combined the practical with the recreative in
this tour, going to all the hotels to inspect their
resources, in case it were advisable to change Dr.
Bishop's surroundings in the autumn. But none of
them pleased her so well as the Hotel de 1'Ermitage.
On her return, the doctors prescribed mountain air,
" as a last resort," and absolutely forbade his return
to England. But for the moment Dr. Bishop was
a little better, and was sketching and even writing
letters. One to Mr. Murray bears date May 2, 1885,
and asks for information respecting Dean Mansel's
contributions to The Speaker's Commentary and other
theological collections, adding :
My dear wife has returned from her eighteen days'
rambles along the coast. She looks better, though
alas ! her spine is very troublesome. I know that
you will be interested to hear that I can report over
five weeks' fair progress in convalescence on my
own part.
The time was favourable for his removal, and their
friends were willing to go with them, so on the
evening of May 19 a start was made with every
possible precaution. They reached Geneva at mid-
day of the 20th, and drove to the Hdtel Nationale.
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Dr. Bishop slept part of the way, and on the 2ist was
able to lunch and dine with the others. After estab-
lishing him at Glion and finding that her health made
a visit to London imperative, and that she could leave
him with confidence in Miss Clayton's hands, Mrs.
Bishop went to London, and there, on June i, under-
went an operation at Sir Joseph Lister's hands. Then
she stayed four days with Professor and Mrs. Blackie
in Edinburgh, did much business, and had many
consultations with Professor Grainger Stewart about
her husband. Returning to London for a final visit
to Sir Joseph Lister, she left England on June 17,
and on the i9th was once more with Dr. Bishop,
whom Miss Clayton had removed to Territet during
her absence. She described his state to Mr. Murray
on the 24th :
I was exceedingly sorry to leave without seeing
you again and without the little visit to Wimbledon
for which I had hoped. I was for ten days a patient
of Sir Joseph Lister, and afterwards was obliged to
make a hurried run to Edinburgh to arrange for our
longer absence. During my short sojourn in England,
my husband became so much weaker that I felt it
absolutely necessary to return. He looks pathetically
fragile and ethereal, and, though the doctors still fancy
that a high altitude may alter the course of his illness,
I am slowly coming to the conclusion that this long
and weary time of weakness must ere very long
terminate fatally. My husband is too weak to sit
up even in bed, and I very greatly dread the risk
of moving him to any such height as the Eggishorn,
to which he must be carried on a litter, and where
he may become worse. . . . We are thinking of
Vissoie in the Val d'Anniviers and possibly of Bella
Tola afterwards.
This project was carried out almost at once, for
by July 7 the whole party was settled at the Hotel
Bella Tola, St. Luc, Valais, and the Bishops remained
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there for nearly three months. Dr. Bishop was
carried up from Vissoie on an air-bed, and as the
ascent is steep, the strain exhausted him. After
a few days' rest, he spent four or five hours daily
lying on a couch in the open air. The weather was
glorious, no rain fell for eight weeks — except after
occasional thunder-storms. Indeed, one of their first
encounters at Vissoie was with a procession of 743
men and women in white from head to foot,
nearly all very devout-looking, who had assembled
at 4 a.m. and had walked ten miles and back to
a very sacred shrine of the Virgin Mary to pray for
rain. The mediaevalism of this procession, as it
wound like a monstrous white caterpillar along the
mountain path, was very striking. The pious trudge
was in vain, for the drought lasted eight weeks longer.
Miss Bessie Ker, one of the friends whom Mrs.
Bishop affectionately called " the people," gives the
following account of their ascent to Vissoie :
After the winter of 1884-5, which we spent in the
same hotel with them near Hyeres, and during which
Miss Clayton used to read to him daily and comforted
him much, we all went together into Switzerland and
she took charge of him at Glion at the head of the
Lake of Geneva, while Isabella went to England on
business. On her return, we all went up to the
Val d'Anniviers, a lateral small valley from that of
the Rhone. It was then only accessible by a narrow
road partly resting on wooden supports outside the
precipices along the river, and so narrow that it
could only take the long, narrow country cart. In
one of these he lay on a mattress, Miss Clayton
going with him on the very uncomfortable seat beside
the driver. Isabella and I followed, my sister and
Deis [a Swiss nurse] were behind. This drive excited
him very much, he had never seen anything like it
and was enjoying it greatly. Once or twice he raised
| a white face with gleaming eyes, looked back and
waved his cap.
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The heat at Vissoie was so great that it was soon
necessary to seek the higher levels of St. Luc, whither
on July 7 he was carried up the steep zigzag road
by four men, on a stretcher. Isabella walked up, the
others on mules rode through the wood to Hotel Bella
Tola, 5,496 ft. high. Many days and nights of anxious
ministry followed. In August Mrs. Bishop was left
alone with her husband, but when the September cold
came on and the hours spent outside were gradually
reduced to one, she sent for Mr. Duncan Macdonald,
a medical student whose aid she urgently needed.
The worst symptoms were returning and it was
important to carry him down to Lausanne before
winter! set in, when Bella Tola was shut up and the
landlord left for Vissoie. All October he suffered
a succession of agitating changes and it became
obvious that he must avoid the winter severity.
Cannes was chosen by the Swiss doctor as his next
stage, and thither they journeyed from Lausanne,
arriving at the H6tel Richemont on November 3.
But the tide rose and fell ever more feebly.
At last Mrs. Bishop sent for Sir Joseph Lister,
and it was decided to attempt the perilous opera-
tion of transfusion of blood. A sturdy young Italian
peasant was willing to risk it for a large sum of
money, and every precaution which surgical science
could dictate was used. Sir Joseph Lister, assisted
by three doctors, operated, and the process lasted
an hour and a half. This was on January 3, 1886.
No evil effects followed this almost despairing
effort to prolong the beloved life, but it was futile,
for he had no power to assimilate the fresh young
blood. When it was safe to move him, he was
taken in an ambulance to the Hotel des Anglais,
where, very gently but very surely, he faded from
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earth before her eyes. To the last he was happy,
and except when fevered by exhaustion absolutely
peaceful. An excellent man-servant, Jean Hari, had
been brought from Valais, and could hardly be pre-
vailed upon to leave him for the briefest rest. Just
towards the end his suffering was so great that
Dr. Frank recommended chloroform from time to
time to spare him its paroxysms. Mrs. Bishop
administered it. She was with him till one o'clock
the night before he died, and received his last
whisper of love as she bade him good-night. At
seven o'clock she came back to him, and at half-
past eight his gentle spirit fled. It was Saturday,
March 6, 1886.
His brother had been at Cannes for ten days, and
with Dr. Frank's assistance made all the funeral
arrangements. It was hastened by a day, for
March 8 was the anniversary of his marriage five
years earlier, and Isabella could not bear the thought
of burying him on that day. So on Sunday, March 7,
he was laid to rest in the hill cemetery, from which
his mourners could look upon a view of sea and
mountains. They were his brother, Dr. Frank and
Lady Agnes Frank, Miss Ker, Miss Lillingston, and
Jean Hari. Even by friends of a few weeks he was
truly mourned.
Mrs. Bishop would have sunk altogether had not
Miss Clayton come to her at once. As it was, she
was lost in a stupor of grief after the funeral, which
she had watched winding up the hill towards the
cemetery. Her friends did all they could for her,
and kept her as much as possible in bed.
After each bereavement her heart and flesh were
nigh to failing, and now that the last human treasure
was taken, and she was left alone, a wave of anguish
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overwhelmed her. But in her grief there was a new
element, a throbbing and stirring of her spiritual life,
a sense of the world which her husband had entered,
and, as she said herself, she "was brought face to
face with Jesus Christ." Long before, when Mrs.
Bird died, Isabella had written a " prayer of the
bereaved."
Saviour, whose crowned humanity
Still stoops to wipe the tearful eye,
Unto whose ear the voiceless sigh
Pleads not in vain ;
Thou, who the broken heart hath healed,
Look on the woe to Thee revealed,
The burning fount of tears unsealed,
This bitter pain.
If blindly on a mortal head,
With lavish hand, I fondly shed
Gifts on Thy shrine more fitly laid,
Saviour, forgive !
With earthly love compelled to part,
Stricken by Sorrow's keenest dart,
Have mercy on this wounded heart
And healing give.
If mortal accents all too dear,
With their deep music filled my ear,
So that Thy voice I failed to hear,
O Christ, forgive !
Turn not this human heart to stone,
But once again, with magic tone,
Thrill through its chambers dark and lone,
Bidding it live.
On March 1 1 she began to face her solitude. During
the first quiet days she sewed for herself dress, mantle,
bonnet, cap — all the sad garb of widowhood. As a
child she had learned to cut out and make the simple
cotton smocks which she and her sister wore at
Tattenhall. Needlework was her constant resource
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in times of suffering, and she was expert at cutting
out and at using the sewing-machine.
On the 24th she went to Mentone on business,
but returned after a few days, and chose a monu-
ment for her husband's grave in Cannes. Dr.
Murray Mitchell was at Mentone — the friend who
had first introduced Dr. Bishop to her — and he
helped her with the business complications which
followed.
By April she was able to visit the grave daily, and
there, on the isth, she consecrated herself to those
special labours for others which had been his delight
and to which Christ had called her. On May i she
wrote to Mrs. Blackie :
The loss of him is simply awful — my own pure,
saintly, heroic, unworldly, unselfish, devoted husband.
I have long known that he was the only man I have
seen whom I could have married with any chance of
happiness. His long and weary illness had made
him the object of all my thoughts, plans, hopes,
fears, interests. I have lived for him. But I must
not write about my grief and desolation, Life at the
longest cannot be very long, and will be made up
not of years, but of days, and I should be traitorous
to the blessed memories of those whom I have loved
and lost if I did not seek to show my gratitude for
the good things. of my past life. Henceforth I must
live my own life, responsible to God alone and my
conscience. It must be lonely and darkened. by the
shadow of death, but by God's help I trust that it
will neither be selfish nor repining.
Here is a new note, and " by God's help" its music
swelled into a psalm of service.
The " people " wef e about to return by Paris to
London, and she decided to go with them as far as
Aix-les-Bains. After a few days together they
separated, and she made her way to Sierre and St.
Luc, where she spent a whole day in what had
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been Dr. Bishop's room, praying, reading, formulating
her resolutions, renewing her solemn dedication.
On May 11 she wrote from the Hotel Bella Tola
to Mrs. Macdonald :
I came here to retrace the precious memories of
last summer, and to stamp the place for ever on
my memory. I have this room, in which patience
did her perfect work, and can almost see the bright
angel-face. He was " an angel," the landlord said—
" yes ; angel of patience." It was from here on
a sunny afternoon, carried in his camp-bed by four
men, that he started with radiant face on his
journey to death. I see it all as I write. The
snow is deep all round here. The father and
daughter who keep the hotel came up to open it
for me. The father and my husband had formed a
strong mutual attachment, and they sympathise
deeply in my terrible loss. Will you help any one
with goods from me who may be in special want?
I leave the helping of the very poor to your discretion
and knowledge, and ask you to be generous, for I
can make my personal expenses very small now.
Then, after a day at Geneva, one at Glion, one
at Pontarlier, and one at Lausanne, she took the
train to Paris, joined her friends there, and went
with them on May 15, going to stay with Miss
Poole at 48 Avenue Road for a fortnight. There
were many people to see and things to do, and she
was besides called to St. Leonards to visit a dear
cousin, Harriet Bird, on her deathbed.
By June 2 she was able to leave for Edinburgh,
where Professor and Mrs. Grainger Stewart were
her hosts. Her duty was to unpack her husband's
books and papers and to distribute them as he had
wished. This work went on at 9 Douglas Crescent,
where Mrs. Blackie had stored her boxes.
On June 18 she reached Tobermory, and found
distress at The Cottage. Mrs. McDougall, caretaker
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in her absence and housekeeper during her residence,
was very ill, and an immediate operation was
necessary. This was performed on the 25th by Dr.
Maxwell, of Tobermory, to whom Mrs. Bishop acted
as assistant surgeon, administering the chloroform
and supplying all instant requirements. She then
nursed Mrs. McDougall to recovery with the help
of Nurse Mackinnon, and had the satisfaction of
seeing the good woman look better than before her
illness. July was spent in constant visits and deeds
of mercy; her home occupations were gardening,
sewing, reading. She was besides writing out a
detailed narrative of her whole acquaintance with
Dr. Bishop, her married life, his long illness, and
his death. To this she added the many tributes to
his rare character received from all parts of the
world. The " people " were in Ulva Cottage, and
much with her, and Tobermory was crowded with
summer visitors, who found their way to The Cottage.
Only two excursions are recorded — one to Loch Ba
to take tea on its shore, the other to Calgary for
three days. But in August she went to Tiree to
spend some days with Mrs. Macdiarmid, and her
account of this visit, in a letter to Professor Blackie,
is too interesting to be omitted. Ceaseless bad
weather had delayed her from risking the difficult
landing at Scarinish Bay, although her bag was ready
packed for ten days; at last, on August 20, it was
possible. Tiree was in a state of uproar ; the land-
leaguers were busy and angry ; some of the members
had been evicted and they were holding a meeting
to hear the ousted tenants speak upon their wrongs.
From the wild, difficult landing-place, the white
tents of the camp, "the thin red line of the marines,
and the gleam of bayonets looked most singular.
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The Tiree men, magnified in the mist, looked gigantic,
appalling. They are really children of Anak. I never
saw such a tall and massive race. There was a
singular rabble on shore — policemen, special cor-
respondents, commissariat officials, camp doctors,
bluejackets from the troop-ship, all awaiting the
mail. I suppose • it is now much like some of the
least disturbed parts of Ireland. The factor's life has
been threatened, and the people yelled round his
house " Remember Lord Leitrim." [Mr. Macdiarmid
was the factor.] Those who won't join the League
receive threatening letters with coffins on them, and
many are boycotted. A sort of mild reign of terror
seems to prevail. The island looks pretty on a
bright day, intensely white sands, long stretches of
sward as fine and smooth as the finest English lawn,
all surrounded by a sea in which brilliant blue is
mingled with bands and splotches of deep purple
and violet. It is the most prosperous looking part
of the Highlands and Islands that I have seen — men
and women in such substantial home-spun clothing,
the children so well dressed, strong and handsome.
She stayed in Tobermory all September, leaving
for October and November and returning to spend
three more months in " the beloved little home on
the wooded edge of the moorland above the Northern
Sea," as she had called it in one of her letters from
The Golden Chersonese. Early in November she
travelled to Bristol to pay a brief visit to Mrs. Merttins
Bird at Westbury, where Dr. Bishop's first serious
break-down occurred, and where four months of 1883
had been spent. Mr. Murray asked her for a con-
tribution to his Magazine, and from Westbury she
wrote on November 5, 1886 :
Dr. Grainger Stewart has forbidden me to think
of literary work for four months. You will not
therefore think me ungracious for my non-appearance
at present in your forth-coming Magazine. In looking
over the contents of a trunk lately, I found the
enclosed, which, if it be suitable, make use of.
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The manuscript was accepted and printed in the
March number of Murray's Magazine. It is a singular
record in poetry of her subconscious experiences
during the first moments of the action of chloroform,
and we may date the incident as belonging to June i,
1885, when she underwent an operation for which
the anaesthetic was employed. She was so impressed
by her vision that she wrote a prose account of it
while it was still vivid in her recollection, and this
she followed in her poem, whose sub-title is " A
Psychological Fragment." It describes at first
exquisite peace thronged with sunny memories from
earliest childhood, then " a brief and bitter agony "
in the hour of parting between soul and body. Her
spirit looked on the " cold, expressionless, pitiful log "
of her body, and thrilled with the joy of freedom
from mortality. It soared to seek—
The fiery throne
On which sits " the High and Lofty One,"
And, with eye undazzled by the light,
To gaze on the glory infinite,
And shining host of Seraphim
And veiled face of Cherubim.
But, alas ! the poor soul failed to attain, for suddenly,
"at the moment when anaesthesia became complete,"
there was —
Darkness where light should be !
Nothing where I should see
The great, thrice-holy Three !
Returning through London she visited St. Mary's
Hospital with a view to future plans, and was rest-
lessly occupied for some time. The Birds had
always called such busy days "hard-hunted" and
the word occurs frequently at this time in her diary.
All December she was amongst her Tobermory
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friends, out in all weathers, working at home, writing
and nursing. Before Christmas she spent two whole
days making up and posting parcels of gifts. On
December 22 she wrote to Lady Middleton :
I prefer to spend this time alone in this weird
fashion, on the edge of the moorland above the sea, to
anything else. I think of remaining here till the first
anniversary of my husband's death, March 6, is past,
when I purpose to go into St. Mary's Hospital, Padding-
ton, for three months. Then I think of paying a few
visits, and possibly in the earlv autumn I may go and
visit medical missions in Northern India. My inclina-
tion is never again to cross the Channel, but this is
urged upon me, and I wish to found a memorial
hospital to my husband in connection with a medical
mission to which he was devoted to the end.
The year 1887 began with heavy rain, but nothing
deterred her from her rounds — visiting the sick,
helping the poor, making soup and puddings for
her invalids, giving lessons at home to a number
of young people in French, drawing, and the use
of the sewing-machine. Sometimes she walked
round the bay to Aros House, to visit Mr. and Mrs.
Allan ; this was generally on dark and stormy winter
afternoons, when she would arrive drenched, would
take off her water-proof and long snow-boots and
would sit at the ingle-neuk drinking tea and talking
delightfully till it was time to walk home again.
When she went to lunch, she rowed herself across
the bay, tied her boat to the tiny pier, and walked
up to the house.
Her costume shocked some of the good Tobermory
people, and indeed it was adapted rather for con-
venience than beauty. A servant lassie, listening
to her praises from her mistress, who descanted on
the courage with which she overcame the difficulties
i887] AT THE COTTAGE 183
of travelling amongst half-savage peoples, said scorn-
fully, " It's no wonder she gets through — no one
would look at her." " What do you mean ? " said
her mistress. " No man would run away with her ;
the very black mans would not want her, she's so
ugly." It was a tremendous indictment, and to those
who remember her charm and dignity at home and
with her friends somewhat astonishing. But an
ulster made like a man's, a rather weather-beaten
hat, and big snow-boots conceal charm and dignity,
qualities which the Highland lassie associated with
Sunday frocks and bonnets. Badarroch was a
favourite resting-place and occurs constantly in her
diary as the scene of pleasant hours spent with Mr.
and Mrs. MacLachlan. " Visitors all day " is a frequent
entry, and sometimes " made calls in all parts of the
village." Her French and drawing classes were
held on alternate days. Mr. John Macdonald, who
was at Heanish .with his parents before leaving for
Egypt to take up a medical appointment there,
benefited by the French lessons. Sometimes the
students stayed to tea and read poetry with Mrs.
Bishop.
About the end of February, fatigue brought on
a short spinal attack, but she got over it quickly,
and pursued her beneficent activity until March 22,
when she left for Edinburgh. A long letter to Mrs.
Macdiarmid, written on March 10, mentions the
three sad anniversaries — of her husband's death,
his burial, and their marriage — through which she
had just passed " alone with God." The rest of its
pages are full of helpful suggestions for a " Teacher's
Class," which Mrs. Macdiarmid had begun in Tiree,
and of advice and prescriptions for a case of anaemia.
There was another matter about which she was
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much concerned that spring. Her sister had always
been distressed by the drunkenness in Tobermory
and had helped to keep up a Band of Hope amongst
the children. Mrs. Bishop felt deeply the importance
of temperance work, but upon being asked by Mr.
Levack to speak at a Band of Hope meeting in
January, 1887, she wrote:
Your note puts me into a great difficulty. I am deeply
interested in temperance work, but, not being a pledged
abstainer, I feel that to speak at temperance, or rather
total abstinence, meetings is hardly honest. As the
matter stands, I never touch spirits, and for the last
ten years I have not taken wine as a beverage, and
for the last three not at all except twice, when I took
it for three weeks at a time, for weakness of the heart
caused by rheumatism, and shall probably have to take
it again. I am abstaining now, but it is against the
doctor's positive orders. Again, I do not regard the
taking of wine, or beer, in moderation at meals as
wrong. Abstinence I only regard as essential for the
present distress and as a part of the " bearing one
another's burdens " (by those who are not in circum-
stances of temptation) to which as Christians we are
bound. I must now leave the matter to you, merely
adding that I cannot be at the Hall to speak — or not—
till 8.30.
As a matter of fact she did speak at the meeting,
and there is reason to believe that this was her first
public address. She was very shy when speaking
to children both upon this and other occasions.
She had not the natural facility for entertaining
them remarkable in her sister, but she now set
herself to overcome this reluctance and timidity
and frequently accepted invitations to address the
Band of Hope. Mr. Levack writes :
When she was fairly started and had caught their
attention by wonderful tales of what she had seen
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in far-off lands, her courage rose and she was in her
element, the young people engrossed in her talk and
responding most enthusiastically.
Perhaps it was on this occasion that she told them
about Mr. Low's monkeys at Kwala Kangsa in the
Malay Peninsula, one of whom seized a long glass
full of champagne at dinner and drank the wine
before the glass could be taken from him— the wine
mounting to his head at once, so that he had to
stagger to a sofa and lie down. " If drunkenness
were not a loathsome human vice," she wrote
when, describing the scene, " it would have been
most amusing to see it burlesqued by this ape."
Lady Victoria Campbell was district referee for the
Young Women's Christian Association, and wished
to form a branch for the Western Islands. She paid
a visit to The Cottage, and secured Mrs. Bishop's
co-operation. What especially attracted Mrs. Bishop
to the proposal was the hope that a brightly conducted
branch might not only interest and concentrate the
lives of many young women in Tobermory, but
might attract girls who grew too old for the Band
of Hope, and, by filling their leisure evenings with
pleasant and profitable occupation, destroy the attrac-
tion of idleness, gossip, and their perils. She there-
fore willingly consented to form the branch, and
had completed many preliminary arrangements when
she left Tobermory on March 22. Miss MacCallum
was made the first secretary, and it was arranged
that she should draw up a list of all young women
who wished to join, so that the work might begin
in autumn.
On April i she went to London, and took
rooms in Oxford Terrace, to be near St. Mary's
Hospital, Paddington, where she purposed to take a
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three months' course of training in nursing. She
was allowed to choose somewhat exceptional instruc-
tion. Her experience at Tobermory guided her
choice of the casualty wards and the operating
theatres rather than of the wards where medical
cases were treated. She spent from six to ten hours
daily in the hospital, going at nine in the morning
and leaving at from three to seven and eight o'clock
in the evening. Sometimes she rested for a few
hours in the afternoon, and spent the whole night
nursing, or assisting to nurse, a bad case. Surgical
and eye cases occupied her chiefly. She learned to
make and use splints, bandages (both of linen and
plaster), to dress wounds, even to put up " a man's
leg in plaster," watched operations — sometimes two
in a day— amputations, hernia, trephining, tumours,
and took single-handed work often for many hours.
And in spite of all this, she dined out constantly
with Mr. and Mrs. Murray, Bishop Perry, Canon
Cook, Sir E. Sieveking, Sir Edwin Arnold, and many
others. One brief respite she snatched in May to
visit Mrs. George Brown at Houghton, returning
after four days to St. Mary's, and adding to her
work not only many missionary meetings, but the
search for a house in London — a long and dis-
appointing "hunt." She fixed upon 44 Maida Vale,
but it required considerable repair, so that some
months elapsed before she could furnish it. This
step was urged upon her both by her English rela-
tives and friends, and by her own desire to be
nearer the centre of the intellectual and religious
movements of the day.
Edinburgh was a place of saddest reminders, and
these were apt to unfit her for the life of^unselfish
activity to which she was now pledged. She had
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always been open to the action of her environment.
Much that seemed, and indeed was, conflicting in
her character was due to this wealth of sympathetic
response to her immediate circumstances. She heard
keenly, and vibrated deeply to every note in the scale
of human character, suffering, and emotion. She
placed herself intuitively at the standpoint of those
in contact with her, assenting to their views, their
prejudices, their enthusiasms. There was often
apparent contradiction in her stated estimates and
opinions, due to the fact that each of these repre-
sented but one facet of the whole crystal of truth, and
was the response made by her many-sided sympathy
to one particular mind or special environment.
She was aware of her tendency to be attracted by
the disturbing magnetism of humanity, and she longed
for a definite sphere in which she could concentrate
her forces for active work. London seemed best for
this purpose, and she decided to try the experiment
of making her home there. Her thoughts, too, were
filled with a matter of great importance to herself.
Dr. Bishop's concern to promote medical missions
has been already indicated. Even during his pro-
tracted illness he had lost no opportunity of urging
their value. His personal friend, Dr. Torrance, at
Nazareth, was much hindered in his work because his
patients from outlying districts could not be kept
directly under his care. Mrs. Bishop desired to
carry out her husband's wish that a hospital should
be built at Nazareth. About this project, destined
unfortunately to fail, she writes to Mrs. Blackie :
I purpose to put up as a memorial to my husband
a hospital of twelve beds in connection with a medical
mission. The demand for one at Nazareth is great;
the surgical cases gome to the doctor in numbers
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from Judea and Galilee, and even from the confines
of the desert, and he has to send some away, and
to treat others in dark mud-hovels. So, if the
Turkish Government will consent, I purpose to put
up the memorial there fully equipped^ sending it out
in pieces from England. Wherever it is, I wish to
qualify myself for giving some help at the beginning.
John's profound interest in medical missions, and
his years of persevering work in connection with
them, makes me decide upon such a hospital as
the most fitting monument I could put up.
Her work at St. Mary's Hospital went on till the
end of July. An interesting correspondence with
Mr. Murray belongs to this summer in town. It
was the critical time of the Irish troubles and the
Plan of Campaign. English public opinion was
notably ignorant of the real state of matters below
the surface. It was split into two almost equally
hysterical and rancorous cries, and the action of the
Plan of Campaign increased the violence and obscured
the discernment on both sides. Mr. Murray hoped
that a series of articles written from the disaffected
districts of Ireland by a tactful inquirer and observer
would to some extent inform the public mind. He
asked Mrs. Bishop to accept the risk of personally
visiting these disturbed regions, knowing how much
she preferred a spice of hazard to tame and com-
fortable adventure. He wished her to hear all that
the people could be won to admit of their actual
needs and wishes, and begged her to think the
matter over.
I feel dubious [she replied] about my power of
ingratiating myself with the Irish peasantry to such
an extent as to win the confidence of individuals
among them. Perhaps, however, if I tried and failed
it would be worth something to fail in a good cause;,
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But for the moment she either lacked the literary
impulse or was absorbed by the encroaching interests
of her nursing work, her new home, with its pre-
paratory renovations, and her correspondence about
the hospital at Nazareth— and the proposal was
temporarily put aside.
When July ended she went to Scotland with
Miss Clayton, and rested peacefully for a month at
Banchory.
We lead a very quiet life [she wrote to Mrs.
Macdiarmid] ; we write letters in the same room in
the morning; work, walk, or drive in the afternoon;
take tea at seven ; and at 8.30 B. reads Bishop Thirl-
wall's letters aloud while we work.
Her sewing was on a travelling outfit, for visions
of the East were present with her, and she was
quietly preparing for their realisation. She mentions
having taken the new house in this letter :
I wonder if you have heard that I have taken a
house in London. Should I ever settle there, I want
to make it a hotel for my friends. I hope you will
come to me there. I cannot bear to be in Edinburgh.
I find the anguish of bereavement and loneliness
harder to bear there than anywhere. I do not
purpose to occupy my house at present.
Afterwards Mrs. Bishop went to Tobermory,
where she found much to do. Lady Victoria Camp-
bell came to The Cottage in late September to set
agoing the Western Islands branch of the Y.W.C.A.
The visit was a pleasant one to both hostess and
guest, who spoke of the "Cot" and its garden as
" Paradise." Mrs. Bishop had just renewed the lease,
its walls were freshly papered, its borders were gay
with autumn flowers. Lady Victoria addressed a
meeting in the Temperance Hall, held a consultation
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with the local ministers, and paved the way for
launching this useful venture.
On October 6 a meeting was called to enrol
members and the list of names numbered 118.
Mrs. Bishop made some explanatory remarks at this
meeting, but was " helplessly nervous." At later
gatherings she gained sufficient confidence to speak
about many matters on which a young woman's
opinion requires guidance and about which it is well
to have and to hold an intelligent opinion.
This was the beginning of a new channel of
influence for Mrs. Bishop and incidentally of an
opportunity for practice in public speaking by which
she was rapidly schooled. She could not possibly
know, in 1887, for what greater service she was being
prepared ; but as she had consecrated herself to God,
He knew and equipped her for the future in the
doing of His will in the present.
On October 8 she left Tobermory for Edinburgh,
and went on to London very slowly, paying a number
of brief visits on the way, and finally landing at
29 Cambridge Terrace, where she had engaged
rooms.
By the end of November she entered on possession
of her new home in Maida Vale. But her restless
spirit did not allow her to settle down, and she left
at once for a visit of ten days to Miss Clayton, who
was wintering at Bournemouth. Then the long-
talked-of tour in Ireland seized her imagination
and she sought the acquaintance of Nationalist
Members of Parliament, amongst them Mr. Justin
McCarthy and Mr. Dillon. Having decided on the
enterprise, she applied her experienced judgment to
its details. It was palpable that, to learn anything
from the people, she must avoid all intercourse with
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the proprietors, so she declined introductions to
11 landlords " and accepted many given by leaders
of the Nationalist party.
She lunched with Mr. and Mrs. Murray on
December 15, meeting Du Chaillu, and left London
next day for her projected tour, after a long con-
versation with Mr. Dillon on the previous evening.
She was away five weeks, and the notes which
she made of all she observed furnished material
for three spirited and most interesting articles in
Murray's Magazine for April, May, and June, 1888.
Two letters to Mr. Murray give a resume of
her adventures. In one, dated from Mitchelstown,
December 29, she wrote :
I have learned that if one visits at a landlord's
house in Ireland, one may give up hope of getting
anything out of the people. So far — i.e. as far as
I can judge — I have found wonderful frankness as
to their circumstances and views among the peasant
farmers and their district leaders. In fact, an English
person roughing it as I am doing is most warmly
welcomed. I went to Louth to the Massareene
estate, saw Mr. Smith Barry's rent audit, and then
went to Arklow and its neighbourhood, where I spent
one day among sixty-three evicted tenants and their
priests and saw the monthly allowances given under
the " Plan of Campaign." Thence back to Dublin
and to Waterford and yesterday here, where I have
seen and heard a good deal. This is the Kingstown
estate. Within a few yards of my window are three
crosses let into the road, which mark the three lives
taken by the police. Late last night I went with
the Protestant clergyman to the police-barrack and
heard the story of poor Constable Leahy, who still
lies helpless in bed from the effect of his wounds.
The hardships of travelling in this weather are great.
Eleven miles here on a mail-car over a bleak hill-road
in the snow, and the same to-night ; thin, damp beds
and bedrooms without fireplaces, and no fire any-
where except in the commercial-room. At Arklow
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the inn was shut, and my night's lodging was truly
damp and miserable. The only fire was in a room
tenanted by some of Mr. Parnell's cjuarrymen ! You
will be glad to think that you did not ask me to
come at this season.
On her way home she diverged to Ford Hall in
Derbyshire to stay a few days with Mrs. Greaves
Bagshawe, and wrote to Mr. Murray on January 28,
1888:
My health improved very much in Ireland. 1
became more vigorous and enterprising daily towards
the end of the time, and finished by a three days' car-
drive through Connemara and by Cong to Claremorris
in Mayo. It is rather a sad fact — but rough knocking
about, open-air life, in combination with sufficient
interest, is the one in which my health and spirits
are the best. So you have no need to reproach
yourself, my kind friend, with the share you have
had in my Irish journey.
The three articles contain the impressions made
upon a singularly impartial mind by the incidents
of that tour. They are impressionist only, and aim
at giving unbiassed evidence of just those incidents
and opinions which she encountered, without personal
animus or prepossession. They form indeed strong
corroboration of what has been already suggested as
to her comprehensive and comprehending sympathy.
CHAPTER IX
"THROUGH MANY LANDS"
MRS. BISHOP included amongst her plans the use of
her house in London as an invalid home. One of
her first visitors, therefore, was a Derbyshire farmer,
whom she persuaded during her residence at Ford
Hall to become an out-patient at St. Mary's Hospital.
When she returned to 44 Maida Vale, on February 2,
it was to prepare for his arrival ; and we find her
staining and varnishing floors with her own hands,
laying carpets and wax-cloth, hanging pictures, and
engaging servants. One of the latter was the widow
of her late caretaker, who died of apoplexy during
her absence in Ireland. It was with this shadow
on the very threshold, and with a persistent mis-
giving at her heart, that she set herself to live in
London. A patient from the East-end occupied one
of the bedrooms. She was still attending St. Mary's,
taking lessons there in ambulance work, and at home
she was occupied with her Irish notes.
She made Dr. Munro Gibson's acquaintance, and
being greatly grieved at the incoming tide of ritualism
in her own beloved church, she chose his ministry as
the most helpful and congenial in her neighbour-
hood. She was constantly dining out, and passed
few hours in solitude ; but the sight of her husband's
belongings — books, pictures, furniture — their constant
reminder of his vanished presence, and something
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oppressive in the house and troublesome in its
management, roused her regret that she had ever
ventured upon the experiment.
She was in the throes of a collapse, physical and
emotional ; and the reactionary tendency in the
Church of England was to her a real and serious
sorrow. In February she wrote to Mrs. Blackie :
The church of my fathers has cast me out by means
of inanities, puerilities, music, and squabblings, and I
go regularly to a Presbyterian church, where there is
earnest praying, vigorous preaching, and an air of
reality.
She was at this time in constant touch with men
and women devoted to the mission fields — Mr. James
Mathieson, Dr. and Mrs. Grattan Guinness, and
others. She had been urged to go up the Congo
to visit the Baptist mission stations in Central
Africa, and but for the persistent call from the East,
she might have perilled her life in doing so. But
Africa had no attraction for her, and she was long-
ing to place her husband's memorial hospital at
Nazareth, and to go out herself, qualified and
equipped, to organise its nursing staff. Magnetised
by the labours, sacrifices, and successes of her
Baptist friends, she took an otherwise inexplicable
step in February. On her way from Ford she had
halted at Cliff College, where Dr. Grattan Guinness
superintended the training of students from Harley
House, not in theological study alone, but also in
the technical arts important to pioneer missionary
effort — carpentry, gardening, building — as well as in
evangelistic visiting and preaching throughout the
neighbourhood of Bakewell. Here the impression
made upon her by the whole-heartedness of Baptist
work was deepened, and she took counsel with
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Dr. Guinness as to the possibility of consecrating
herself to the missionary cause in the ceremony of
immersion without joining the Baptist body. A great
longing for the baptism of the Spirit had come over
her, and she hoped to receive it in all its fulness by
obedience to the example of Christ, whose ministry
was initiated by the rite of immersion. Mr. Spurgeon
consented to admit her to this on the evening of
February 23. Three days later she wrote to Mrs.
Macdonald :
It was a comfort to me on Thursday night, in
the solemn loneliness in which I went through the
ordinance of baptism, to feel that you and Miss Brown
and the Guinnesses were praying for me. I seemed
to realise the presence of the Lord up to the moment
when I went down into the water, and then a wave of
nervousness separated me from Him. Eighteen were
baptized at the same time. Mr. Spurgeon preached
on "Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, to-day, and for
ever." It cost me a good deal to take this step, and
the night and the chapel and the dress were all so
fearfully cold that it truly seemed " burial." To walk
in newness of life is my great desire, but how to
accomplish it I know not. I pray Him to accomplish
it for me.
This letter is filled with cares about and on behalf of
her dear Tobermory people, orders for their comfort,
providing food and firing for the neediest amongst them.
Her mind dwelt on the Young Women's Christian
Association meetings, and she was consulting London
secretaries of the various metropolitan branches as
to ways of dealing with their members — their advice
being summed up in the need of " a loving, sisterly,
cordial manner, making the friend more prominent
than the official"
Her distress of mind lasted till spring; the house
in Maida Vale became unendurable. Her plan of
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filling its many rooms with invalids fell through,
because strength in nursing failed her. Something
of the old invincible melancholy overcame her.
I surrounded myself with my relics, thinking that
I might find a sort of ghostly companionship in them,
and that I might make my house useful in entertaining
guests, who could not " recompense " me. Both these
plans have failed — the relics mock me, and the guests
are too great a fatigue. So I am now hoping to get
rid of my house in May, and to sell my Eastern curious
works of art to help me to build a surgical ward in
the projected hospital at Nazareth. The cottage at
Tobermory will then be home, if any place can be
home to one so frightfully bereft.
This occurs in a letter to Lady Middleton, dated
March 8, and on the following day she wrote to
Mrs. Macdonald :
I see who it is that is hedging my way with thorns,
and I pray more and more earnestly that if I am in the
wrong way here, He will show me the right way
and give me to walk in it at any sacrifice, and I think
I see a great one in prospect. ... I feel indescribably
sad, sinking in deep waters. Pray for me, dear friend,
that God's discipline may not fail of its purpose — sepa-
ration from the world and complete surrender to Him.
These letters were written during the week of the
anniversaries of her husband's death and funeral and
of their marriage. Anniversaries meant very much to
her; they were pegs on which to hang her most
cherished memories— memories with which she was
wont to wrap herself about as with a garment, when
their dates recurred.
I think that these two months have been the most
anguished of my life [she wrote to Mrs. Macdiarmid];
my health has broken down and my body no longer
seconds my spirit, and debars me wholly not only from
using my home as I hoped to use it, but from doing
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the outside work I hoped to do. The blessing is that
I can see that the discipline is all right, and that it was
needed.
She persisted in her ambulance lessons till Easter,
when she went to Miss Clayton at Bournemouth, and
found her faithful friend in much-impaired health.
Just before leaving town she secured a tenant for
her house in Mr. J. L. Toole, the well-known actor,
who agreed to take over her lease from the June
term. This removed one anxiety, and on her return
she set herself gradually to dismantle the home, of
which she had made so brief a use. In truth, unrest
had seized upon her, and she mistook its fever for
the misery of solitude. Household cares weighed
heavily upon her, and were prone to irritate her to
the point of renouncing them altogether. Only at The
Cottage could she support their recurrence, and that
because they were there reduced to a minimum, not
only in number, but in kind. And there, too, her
neighbours bore her burden for her to so great an
extent that she was spared all the worst annoyances of
housekeeping. Gardening was her recreation there-
provisioning the larder was to a great extent the
care of others. Her guests used to be amazed at
the daily procession of tribute-bearers, with fish,
eggs, butter, honey, home-made bread, delicious
cakes, fowls, game, and fruit to replenish her stores
morning and evening. The warm hearts about her
repaid with such affectionate ministration all that
she did for their intellectual and bodily health, for
the careers of their sons and daughters, for her
fellow-feeling in all their joys and sorrows. When
her servant was ill the neighbours did her work ;
they looked after the cottage in her absence, saw
to repairs, to changes, to sowing seeds and planting
198 "THROUGH MANY LANDS" [CHAP, ix
roses. No wonder that she counted the weeks till
she was free to go back to them. In the meantime
she sent a long letter to be read at the meeting
of the Y.W.C.A. " I am trying," she wrote to Mrs.
Macdonald, " not to be too impatient for the tirrie of
going to The Cottage."
Miss Clayton and the Miss Kers came to her on
May 1 8, and stayed for some weeks. Miss Clayton
was very ill ; but the others helped her to prepare
for a sale of the Eastern curios, which took place on
June 4 and yielded a fair sum towards the projected
hospital.
On June 25 at seven o'clock in the evening, three
hours before Mr. and Mrs. Toole arrived to take
possession, she left 44 Maida Vale —
After a scrimmage in getting out of it which nearly
finished me. The Japanese things and the furniture
and all the carpets but his are sold, and so is the
silver. The kitchen things and crockery are given
away ; two hundred books are given to the University
Union Library in Edinburgh ; all the pictures except
eight, which are sold, are hung in a friend's house ;
and the linen, the remaining books, and his precious
bookshelves are stored.
On the evening of the 25th Mr. T. W. Russell,
speaking in the House of Commons upon Mr. Morley's
motion, referred to Mrs. Bishop's articles on Ireland
in the following terms :
The Plan of Campaign has imposed nameless hard-
ships on the people, who have succumbed to it ; and
persons tenderly reared have had to herd together
like swine, in outhouses — persons who told those
who went to see them that they wished to see an
end of the Plan of Campaign. Let members read
what Mrs. Bishop said in Murray's Magazine of people
forced out of their comfortable homes, and praying
that the Plan of Campaign might come to an end.
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After a few days at Guildford, she went to Avenue
Road for a week, and then paid a number of visits
on her way north, halting at Edinburgh before the
final stage to The Cottage, which she reached on
July 31-
In a letter to Mr. Murray she describes her con-
dition.
I arrived here at the end of July suffering from
debility, and in four days was seized with acute
rheumatic fever, which kept me upstairs for six
weeks. Three weeks in Edinburgh for medical
treatment has not helped me. My heart is found
to be much affected.
Her Rocky Mountains had been translated into
French and published in France. She was contem-
plating a return to the Rockies, but not as the
objective of her travels, rather as a stage on her
way to the East. Warmer garments might be
needed there than those prepared for Palestine, so,
on her coming back to The Cottage, she began to
make an outfit of Jaeger flannel, which occupied
her all October and November.
On the 1 7th she went with Dr. Maxwell to Erray
Farm, where the shepherd's wife was suffering from
a malignant growth which involved an operation.
Mrs. Bishop administered the chloroform and for
some weeks afterwards visited the doctor's patient,
daily preparing and taking with her tempting food —
chicken, soup, jelly, arrowroot. Another patient
frequently cared for in this personal manner was
Mary Mackinnon, who had severe pleurisy with
effusion that winter. Mrs. Bishop often accompanied
Dr. Maxwell in his duty calls. They were usually
paid late at night, so as to leave the patient provided
with all necessary comfort till the morning. One dark
200 "THROUGH MANY LANDS" [CHAP, ix
night, coming down North High Street, which is
now called Victoria Street — to commemorate Queen
Victoria's Diamond Jubilee — Mrs. Bishop stuck fast
in the deep mud due to deluges of rain. One foot
she managed to free, but had to ask Dr. Maxwell to
draw her other foot out of the top-boot which she was
wearing, and which she could not extricate. Weather
formed no obstacle to her rounds, and all that dark
and stormy December she was busy amongst her poor
people again, sometimes from two till nine o'clock.
She stayed at The Cottage till Christmas was past
and took her full share in the conduct of the Western
Islands branch of the Y.W.C.A., to whose members
she gave several admirable addresses on successive
Thursday evenings. One of these was on "Thrift,"
another on " Dress," a third on " Courtesy." The
course was wound up with a directly religious appeal,
and of this a brief precis in her own writing survives,
which may be quoted :
From The Cottage, where her life-work was done,
my sister ascended to receive from the Master's hands
the crown of glory which fadeth not away. There
also my husband spent his last summer in his native
land — ere he, too, departed to be with Christ, which
for him is far better. I returned alone, not to fill her
place, which must remain for ever unfilled, but to take
up such fragments of her work as I could do. Now
I go on a far journey, which brings vividly before me
the journey which we must all take. Each journey
must be on two roads, the one easy and trod by many—
the other rough and narrow and trod by few. But each,
near or far, is barred across by a river roaring in the
darkness. I seem to hear it now rising and falling,
and some of us are not far from its brink. The
darkness hangs over it, and from its farther shore no
mortal has returned. Friends go down to it with us,
but as we plunge in we are lost to their sight. We
know little of the other side, but it has been revealed
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that a day of great awfulness which none can escape
lies beyond. The great and dreadful day of the Lord
cometh as a thief in the night. Each of us must see
it and stand individually before Him who once came
to save the world and who will then come to judge
it. ... I must end with a loving farewell. From many
of you 1 have received years of generous kindness, and
I carry your goodness with me on my long journey ;
and you young people, whom I have so gladly met
during the last two months — by our own uncertain
lives, by the shadows of the closing year, by the yearn-
ing love of God the Father, by the strong love even
unto death of Christ the Saviour, by the priceless
worth of the souls He shed His blood to save, by the
river which in hope or fear each one of us must one day
cross, by the judgment seat before which we shall
all one day appear, I, who most surely will never see
all your faces again, beseech you lovingly, you who
are yet out of Christ, to yield to the pleadings of His
love and give yourselves in heart and life to Him now
and for ever, and may He who alone is able to keep
us from falling present us all faultless before the
presence of His glory with exceeding joy in that
great day of His appearing.
On the morning of December 28, while the moon
still shone, she left for Glasgow to make arrange-
ments with Mr. Dunlop for her voyage to India.
As her health had greatly improved, she gave up
the western route and decided to travel by the
Mediterranean and the Red Sea. A passage including
a deck cabin was presented to her for February 15
in the Kerbela.
In Edinburgh and London she completed all her
business arrangements for a prolonged absence.
I have been nearly bewildered [she wrote] by the
number of things I have had to do and arrange and
the number of people I have had to see. Every-
body with w;hom I have any acquaintance seems to
want something or other just as I am going away.
I am completely overwhelmed, and this coming journey
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involves seeing so many people and getting so much
official advice and Government help if it is to be
successful.
On January 22 she went to Bournemouth, to Miss
Clayton, and wrote thence to Mrs. Macdonald on
the 24th :
Here I am finishing needlework, arranging my
remaining affairs, answering about fourteen letters
a day, and studying India and Persia. When I leave
the dear ones here, I shall feel as if the " bitterness
of death " were past. The voyage will be a strange
time, a silent interval between the familiar life which
lies behind, with all the treasure of friendship and
interests belonging to it, and the strange unknown
life which lies before. I wish you could see my
outfit, packed in four small boxes, 20 in. long, 12 in.
wide, and 12 in. high, and a brown waterproof bag
containing a canvas stretcher-bed, a cork mattress,
blankets, woollen sheets, a saddle, etc.
That Tibet and Persia were already within the
scope of her plans is evident from the books which
she was collecting to read on the voyage, the list of
which included La Perse, la Chaldee, et la Susiane, by
Madame Dieulafoy, and a bluebook on Tibet, secured
for her use by Sir Edwin Arnold. On February 15
Mrs. Bishop went on board the Kerbela and was
delighted with the ship, its officers, crew, and
passengers.
Such a set of officers and passengers I have never
seen [she wrote three weeks later] ; the one rivalry is
in kindnesses and in making the time pass pleasantly
for others, and every one is so bright and cheerful.
She wrote to Mr. Murray from the Suez Canal
on March 6, 1889:
This is our third day in this blazing ditch ; a simoon
and heavy sand storm, making it impossible for the
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pilot to see the beacons, have compelled us to anchor
for eighteen hours and have similarly brought the
whole traffic of the Canal to a standstill. We cannot
see the ship's head from the poop.
On the /th the Kerbela reached Suez, but the main
theme of a letter to Mrs. Macdonald, written on the
loth, refers to Port Said. Dr. John Macdonald was
resident physician there at the hospital, and Mrs.
Bishop had promised his mother to give her a full
account of their meeting. It was nearly 10 p.m.
when the Kerbela anchored for twelve hours. A
message to the hospital miscarried, and after waiting
an hour Mrs. Bishop decided to venture a search
in the dark. The captain offered to escort her, so
they got an Arab boat and landed. They passed
through Port Said and then ploughed and staggered
through deep sand and deeper darkness towards what
they were assured were the hospital lights.
Then we found two gates, not doors, with two open
corridors without roofs, and banged at these. Sister
Katherine came, with her sweet saintly face looking
like an angel in the darkness as the light of a lamp fell
on her. She welcomed me very warmly, and took me
into John's room. He was out at a rehearsal of The
Mikado. I was angry, for I was so tired, and this
delay meant sitting up all night. Then I went over
the hospital with Sister Katherine, returning to John's
room. When she left me I was all alone, with no
sound but the beating of the surf on the shore. I
waited till 12 and then got tea. John came back at
12.20, and we talked till 4.30, when Sister K. brought
in some coffee, after which he walked with me to the
wharf, where we got an Arab boat, and I was on board
at 5.30, just as the dark sky was beginning to redden
over the desert. He speaks Arabic, and even in the
early morning was followed with blessings from
Arabs whose eyes he has cured. This was the last bit
of home I shall have. How I long for the coarsest gale
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which ever swept over Tobermory, and the howlings
in The Cottage, and hail and rain and wet clothes, and
streams, and even mud, and leeks and cucumbers and
milk — the delicious milk of your cow ! We hope to
reach Aden on Wednesday and discharge thirty tons of
gunpowder. On arriving in India, I take a railroad
journey of 1,100 miles.
The sandstorm passed and the rest of the voyage
was uneventful — except for quoit tournaments,
which Mrs. Bishop enjoyed. At Karachi on March 21
she was met by Mr. Mclvor and sped on her long-
journey to Lahore, which she reached in blazing
heat on the 24th, and where she spent ten days,
making pleasant acquaintances and meeting Sir
Frederick and Lady Roberts, whom she was later
to know well at Srinagar. Her object in halting
at Lahore was to visit its hospitals and dispensaries,
both native and missionary.
At Sialkot, her next stage, she went to Dr. Whyte's
hospital and dispensary, and thence by Rawal Pindi
and Dulai, sometimes riding a pony, sometimes driven
in a rough hill-cart drawn by starved and worn-out
horses, and finally by water, she made her way through
the beautiful ravines of Kashmir to Srinagar. Her
toilsome journey to Baramulla from Sialkot took
ten whole days. Then she changed into a house-
boat on the Jhelum river, passed through quiet
canals and swamps full of irises, along meadows
green as an English lawn, by fresh-leafed poplars,
camped on the banks by night, and reached Srinagar
by April 22. Here she was met by Mr. Knowles
and Dr. Arthur Neve, and taken to the Residency,
where she stayed for a time.
She now first became closely associated with the
missionary enterprises of the C.M.S., and, says Mr.
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Eugene Stock, she never after lost that keen interest
in their doings of which a foreshadowing may be
discerned in her references to the Society's work
amongst the aborigines of Yezo, in Unbeaten Tracks
in Japan.
Her first care was to make herself acquainted with
the needs of medical mission work in the capital
of Kashmir and its neighbourhood. The Ottoman
Government had refused to grant an trade for the
hospital in Palestine, and she now decided to
place it in Kashmir, where it was much needed.
Dr. Neve describes one of the earliest expeditions
which she made in search of a site.
We visited Islamabad and camped for some days at
Bawan. She rode the marches dressed in a semi-
Persian costume. To me it looked quaint — the dark
divided skirt, long tea-coloured cloak, pagri, and blue
veil. And she sat perched on the top of the horse just
like a Yarkandi woman. But the value of the costume
was at once realised as we went through the narrow,
crowded bazaar. The natives took no notice whatever
of her. Had she dressed in European style and ridden
side-saddle, many would have turned to gaze ; but her
Asiatic costume and thick veil excited no curiosity, and
with Oriental good breeding, they scarcely lifted their
eyes to the apparently purdah lady on horseback.
In the mission work she took a keen interest. When
in camp with me she came to look on at the clinique.
For the earlier part of the day I was kept busy by the
throng of clamant patients ; first giving to each
successive batch a brief address about our Lord Jesus
Christ. On such occasions one has audiences some of
whom are both intelligent and appreciative, although
the majority are ignorant and apathetic. In the course
of each day many operations were performed, and I
remember her great interest in a man with a large
malignant tumour of the neck, which I removed. It
was a big operation to undertake in such primitive
surroundings. Overhead was the green canopy of the
magnificent plane-trees. Crystal-clear water straight
from the spring flowed swiftly past in its stone-lined
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conduit, while all around gazed a silent crowd kept
back by the chowkidar and one or two voluntary police.
Mrs. Bishop took a keen interest in all things surgical,
and offered help as well as looked on. And her heart
went out to the people, as " sheep without a shepherd "
given over to the tender mercies of mercenary moullahs
and professional saints.
Islamabad, a beautiful town on a fertile plain,
thirty-two miles by road from Srinagar, was even-
tually chosen as most in need of a hospital for women
and children. The town stands under limestone cliffs,
from which the well-watered plain stretches to the
Jhelum river, two of whose sources flow past the
pyramidal cliffs. The plain is densely populated,
and Dr. Neve estimates that 250,000 people inhabit
a radius of twenty miles round Islamabad.
Mrs. Bishop wrote to Miss Clayton (June i) :
I lunched at the Residency just as the Maharajah
was making his farewell call, with a salute of seven-
teen guns and a great streaming of banners. The
Resident said he was in a very bad humour, and
accused him of giving all his best land to the mis-
sionaries. This meant that the Council have given
a piece of land in a very eligible situation to me for
the Memorial Hospital. I could hardly believe that
I heard aright, after all the weary work about Nazareth
and the final failure. This morning I went to see it in
a boat with Dr. Neve and Dr. Fanny Butler. It is
beautifully situated within three lovely waterways,
et within five minutes of the centre of the town, and
as three large chenar-trees upon it. It is 240 ft. by
273 ft. On it will be built an out-patient department,
a waiting-room, consulting-room, operation-room, and
dispensary; two pavilions, fifty feet long, to hold thirty-
two patients ; and a serai, or rest-house, for patients'
friends, who come to nurse and cook for them. An
operating-room will be attached, a two-storied house
for the four missionary ladies will be built on the same
ground — but with that I have nothing to do. It is to
be called the "John Bishop Memorial Hospital," and
I
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thus I hope the righteous will be had in everlasting
remembrance. It is nice that both the Drs. Neve
were his students, and that one was his assistant for
nine months at the Cowgate Dispensary, and that
Miss Butler's brother was one 01 his old friends.
The C.M.S. are to be the trustees, and the C.E.Z.M.
are to take the buildings at a rent which will keep
them in repair. The bricks are to be made at once,
and the wood sawn.
At this time Dr. Ernest Neve and three of the
lady missionaries were encamped at Nasim Bagh,
on the Dal Lake, and Dr. Arthur Neve escorted
her by boat to see them and talk over the build-
ing plans. An incident, narrated by Dr. Neve,
probably took place on their return journey to
Srinagar.
We were floating in the calm summer afternoon
down the broad Jhelum River in our matting house-
boats. It was the time of year when sudden gusts
sweep down the mountain gorges. I saw a squall
coming up the valley and whitening the surface of
the river, and shouted to her boatman to make for
the right bank. Before they could reach it the wind
caught her boat, blowing its matting about and carry-
ing away all scattered articles, including some of her
precious MSS. My boat was nearly wrecked. In
using the punting-pole one of my men was knocked
down and injured, and we were dashed against the
bank. I sprang out and passed a rope round a near
tree, but it snapped like a pack-thread, and the boat
continued its wild career up-stream, swinging round
and striking the bank, and with great difficulty was
finally brought to anchorage just short of some over-
hanging trees, which would have upset and sunk it in
deep water. Her boat was lower down, and was safely
moored ; but Mrs. Bishop herself stepped out into the
shallow water, and came along the marshy bank to see
if she could be of any assistance. In the presence of
danger she became alert and almost gay, making light
of her own losses, for many of her things had been
blown into the river. A pair of stockings, which she
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had washed and hung up to dry, were among the
things blown overboard ; and as she came along to my
boat with wet feet, I discovered that she had no change
with her and was not too proud to wear a pair of my
stockings.
She soon suffered a loss which fretted her consider-
ably. During the absence of the medical missionaries,
they placed their house at her disposal, and she used
its large, cool drawing-room to write in. Here she
had compiled a long, detailed diary letter, giving
a minute account of her journey from Lahore, and
of the earlier part of her stay at Srinagar. It was
addressed to Miss Clayton, who kept such letters
till required for her records of travel. This letter
was either blown into the Jhelum, or disappeared in
some mysterious fashion.
The hospital was built upon the site granted, as a
Memorial to Dr. Bishop, and was the first of her many
benefactions to the work of the C.M.S. It was sub-
sequently destroyed by floods and rebuilt.
The actual building fell to my lot [writes Dr. Arthur
Neve]. Excellent limestone for all building purposes
was quarried locally and the bricks were made on the
spot. Brick-kilns and lime-kilns were soon in full
swing. The neighbouring streams might have brought
timber almost to the door, but it was dry summer,
and the logs — cut far away in the mountains — had to
be floated down the rivers sawn up into rafters and
planks six miles away, and carried by gangs of porters
across the plateau. I made a weekly visit, usually
bicycling up in the lovely mornings and sometimes
back the same evening, a distance of 65 miles. As
soon as the buildings were approximately ready,
Dr. Minnie Gomery and Miss rJewnham went to
live there, at first in tents, superintending the finish-
ing and fitting of the institution and starting a little
medical work.
There were many excursions with Dr. Neve on
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his medical missionary tours, when he took a portable
hospital building in the boat and was accompanied
by two assistants. She went several times also to
the women's hospital and dispensary in Srinagar and
was appalled at the disease, misery, and sordid neglect
which were the portion of poor women in that
beautiful city. Overcrowding, filth, putrid water, and
every kind of revolting disease cried aloud for medical
missionaries amongst them. For a time Dr. Neve
lent Mrs. Bishop his bungalow by the Jhelum, where
there was a garden and the singing of birds, and
where she had peace— sometimes lunching and dining
at the Residency, sometimes having food brought to
her. She kept three boats moored close at hand,
one swift and light, which was paddled by two men
and served her for short excursions on the Jhelum
and the Pohru. Friends gathered about her, Miss
Roberts, Mr. and Mrs. Laurence, and other residents
and travellers, and with them she rode, camped, and
explored the country. Her horse was a big, gentle
Yarkandi, which a dishonest seis was gradually starv-
ing into stupidity. As the heat grew more intolerable,
she longed for the " wilderness," where evening dress
and ceremony were unknown, and where the unex-
pected enriched each day's experience. Mosquitoes
now disturbed her peace upon the rivers, and a host
of Anglo-Indian visitors arrived for the summer and
drove peace away from the shores.
So she planned an ascent to the plateaux of Lesser
Tibet, engaged two servants in addition to the worth-
less seis, received from Colonel Durand, in exchange
for the Yarkand horse, a silver-grey Arab, untamable
and mischievous, but " tireless, hardy, hungry," grace-
ful, and swift. In addition to her own servants, she
had to endure the escort of a brutal and ruffianly
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Afghan soldier sent by the Maharajah. Three mules
were bought to carry the tents, equipments, and
supplies, of which the merest necessaries were taken,
since throughout the route meat, milk, flour, barley,
and provender for the animals could be bought.
It took her twenty-six days to reach Leh, her first
stage being Ganderbal, about sixteen hours' sail from
Srinagar. She left the Residency at four in the after-
noon of June 21, by house-boat, and accomplished
her water-journey by 8 a.m. on the 22nd. From
Ganderbal she wrote to Miss Clayton :
I am now sitting under the dense shade of a huge
plane-tree, while the boat is being unloaded. I have
the scoundrel Fais Khan, of whom from a former
master, Dr. Warburton, I have heard a very bad
character, a Kashmiri lad to help generally, and the
Afghan swashbuckler, all Mohammedans. I tried
to get one Hindu, to prevent if possible a general
conspiracy against me, but not one could be found
strong enough for the journey. So that I can only
hope that motives of interest may keep them all
straight — but crossing the reedy Anchar Lake last
night in the darkness, sitting alone on the prow of
my boat, I thought it the most risky journey I had
ever undertaken. I have safely reached the capital of
Little Tibet, where there is one Englishman repre-
senting the Indian Government and two Moravian
missionaries. I stayed at the Residency till Wednes-
day afternoon. On Tuesday there was a tennis party.
The young Rajah of Kapurtala — with his English
guardians and an immense retinue — played all the
evening with an English lady for his partner, and his
manner to women was very gentlemanly. Prince
Amar Singh, the Maharajah's brother and Prime
Minister, a superbly handsome man, was there with
his attendants, but took no part and spoke to no one
but the Resident. You would know what white robes
are if you saw the dazzling spotlessness of these men.
One wore a pale pink and the other an apricot-
coloured turban. The heat was so great that, after
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dinner, carpets, lamps, and chairs were put on the
lawn.
On Wednesday morning, in the Maharajah's state
barge, rowed by banks of crimson peons, we went down
to shop in the city in a sun-blaze which threatened to
smite me in a moment. Then I went to my tent and
packed at Dr. Neve's till six. Dr. Warburton, the
young Rajah's guardian, and the two Neves came to
dinner, and the heat was so awful that instead of
sitting in the verandah we went on the river by the
light of a lantern. Thursday was a dreadful day of
misty, blazing heat, the packing and the buzzing fear-
ful— none of the necessaries arriving, no bottles to be
got — notes to write; and then the new horse squealed at
intervals all night. At ten I went and sat with Dr. Neve
while he breakfasted. We had a great deal of talk
about the arrangements of the new hospital. He gave
me a bottle of digitalis tabloids and a oottle of spirit
for my Etna. Then I went to tiffin with the Knowles,
then finished packing in a buzz indescribable, ending
by my coming away in another person's sandals
because my own had not come. Miss Hull took me
in her boat to the Residency.
The Resident gave me a Government pass to
Kashgar, in case I wish to go beyond Ladakh ; and
at half-past three I left in my own boat, having actually
to stop for necessaries on the way. I think that, so far
as getting an insight into mission work goes, Kashmir
has been most valuable, but the climate is a very dis-
appointing one. Through the canal we came till it
broadened into the Anchar Lake — a reedy sheet of
water, the breeding-ground of mosquitoes. The tawny
twilight darkened into a stifling night, and I was on
the prow of the boat till nine, eaten by mosquitoes.
Then we drifted into a reed-bed for the night, and a
man brought me hot water from the other end of the
boat by wading along its side up to his chin in water.
This morning we reached Ganderbal on the Sind River,
at the mouth of the Sind Valley, my first stage on the
route from the Punjab to Central Asia and Tibet.
At Ganderbal Mrs. Bishop made up her caravan,
hired another servant, and started upon a five days'
march up the beautiful Sind Valley to Sonamarg.
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" Gyalpo," her Arab horse, outstripped the caravan,
and generally reached the camping-ground an hour
before tent, baggage, and servants. She was obliged
to see him fed herself.
Fais Khan is not only cheating me [she wrote], but
leyying blackmail on every one from whom I get any-
thing. Starving the horse is the most serious thing
of all.
Her military escort was a daily trial ; but fortunately
she did not know till later that he had added murder
to his other accomplishments. His costume was
picturesque.
A patched whitish shirt with hanging sleeves, black
leggings bound with scarlet, breeches (once white),
tanned socks and sandals, a leather belt with various
leathern things depending from it, a dark blue turban
round a red-peaked cap with one end dangling over
the back, my grey bag slung over his shoulders, a
scimitar carried over one shoulder, and my alpenstock
in his other hand.
He further decorated himself by sticking flowers
into his turban. He maltreated the villagers on the
route, stole their fowls and took all he wanted in
her name, and beat them with the flat of his sword
if they resisted. The other two servants were happily
better, and the young Kashmiri Mando was good
to Gyalpo, who loved him. Her great self-control
enabled her, if not to prevent the malpractices of
Fais Khan and Usman Shah, at all events to limit
them and to retain her authority over them.
Mr. Laurence overtook her on the third day, and sat
half an hour with her under the shade of a big walnut-
tree. He was busy valuing the land for taxation,
and was worried at the oppression which the people
suffered from Hindu Pandits. The heat was excessive,
and flowers were few, as they toiled up to Sonamarg,
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jasmines, larkspurs, and crimson lychnis being about
all that she noted. Her order of the day was :
In bed before nine ; tea and toast at six ; dress,
pack, start with the Afghan and sets at seven — having
sent on a coolie eight miles with the servants' square
tent, the luncheon basket with rice, hard-boiled eggs,
cold tea, and cherries, and my cork mattress. Halt at
ten ; pitch the tent, lie down for two and a half hours
(such a luxury but for the proximity of things that
creep), feed, and go on again for another hour. The
Afghan has stuck a spear in front of the tent with
his sword hung upon it, and is asleep somewhere.
Gyalpo is 'tethered under a huge walnut-tree. The
valley has become narrow and stupendous, the thun-
der of the Sind louder than ever. It poured, and
I pitched my camp-stool close to the trunk of a tree,
as the tents were far behind, when Mr. Sells, who had
come on early, asked me to take shelter within the
flaps of his tent, and afterwards invited me to tiffin
under a tree — such a luxurious meal. Mr, Sells is an
exquisite artist ; he paints a picture on every march.
I rested, read, and at half-past four went out for two
hours with Mr. Sells to watch him paint, then had a
poor dinner and went to bed.
Her next stage was Sonamarg, where Mrs. Laurence
was living in a log hut, and where she was warmly
welcomed and set down to a plentiful breakfast. She
stayed here for several days, using her own tent as
a sleeping-place. The heat was modified by thunder-
storms, and, as usual, the mountain air refreshed
her. One of the Commissioners for the Panjab, Mr.
Maconachie, had a hut close at hand, and offered to
give her ruffianly servants a threatening lecture,
which proved effectual. He had heard of their pecu-
lations and violence from Dr. Ernest Neve, who paid
them all a passing visit at Sonamarg.
On June 27 she wrote :
Yesterday afternoon Mrs. Laurence and I went out
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and had our tea below the glacier, a cow being taken
to be milked. It is very grand scenery, mountains
of naked grey pinnacles close by covered with snow
and glaciers — pine- and birch-clad spurs. On one of
the narrow ridges we are camped and hutted. Below
there are mountain-meadows, one of them deeply cut
by a torrent, which comes foaming down from the
glaciers through pines. After tea we went to see
the Macpnachies, whose acquaintance I had made on
the Nasim Bagh. The air was delicious. I could
walk better, and at night a great log fire, with the
fresh air rushing through all the crannies, was quite
comfortable. . . . Dr. Ernest Neve has just been to
say that if I will start to-morrow afternoon, he and
Mr. Maconachie will march with me to Baltal, camp
there, and at five on Saturday morning see me safe
up to the top of the Zoji La.
This is the first of the three mighty steps which
lead up to the great table-land of Central Asia from
Kashmir, and, as it is the only dangerous pass between
Sonamarg and Leh, she most thankfully accepted
their chivalrous offer, veiled by a protest that they
" longed to stand on the top of Zoji La."
The march to Baltal lasted four hours and was
marked by an accident to Gyalpo, fortunately while
Mrs. Bishop herself was on foot. The sets took him,
against orders, over a raging torrent by means of
a high log bridge which turned round just as he
reached the middle, so that, though the man saved
himself, the Arab fell down into the rocky, surging
river and only by a desperate effort got ashore with
scratched and bleeding legs.
Very early next morning they began their perilous
ascent of the pass by a narrow track cut along the side
of a rocky wall, zig-zagging and dangerous, but re-
lieved by the beauty of fringing creepers, lilies, and
columbines. Up the caravan toiled by the shelving
path, and after some hours of hard climbing they stood
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upon the summit and gazed at Central Asia. They
breakfasted together at the top, icing their tea in the
snow, and then Mr. Maconachie and Dr. Ernest Neve
bade her farewell and turned back to Baltal. What
she saw, as she stood there alone, she has described
in Among the Tibetans, a little book published in 1894
by the Religious Tract Society. Her word-picture
gives the spectacle as the fragile traveller's brave eyes
looked upon it, at a moment fraught with thrilling
interest — the dream of years realised, the long faring
accomplished, the near future under her like a mystic
scroll, her guerdon for toil and privation.
Below, in shadow lay the Baltal camping-ground,
a lonely, deodar-belted flowery meadow, noisy with
the dash of icy torrents tumbling down from the snow-
fields and glaciers upborne by the gigantic mountain
range into which we had penetrated by the Zoji Pass.
The valley, lying in shadow at their base, was a dream
of beauty, green as an English lawn, starred with
white lilies and dotted with clumps of trees which
were festooned with red and white roses, clematis,
and white jasmine. Above the hardier deciduous
trees appeared the Pinus excelsa, the silver fir, and the
spruce ; higher yet the stately grace of the deodar
clothed the hill-sides, and above the forests rose the
snow mountain of Tilail. Higher than the Zoji—
itself 1 1, 500 ft. in altitude — a mass of grey and red
mountains, snow-slashed and snow-capped, rose in
the dewy, rose-flushed atmosphere in peaks, walls,
pinnacles, and jagged ridges, above which towered
yet loftier summits, bearing into the heavenly blue
sky fields of unsullied snow alone. The descent on
the Tibetan side is slight and gradual. The character
of the scenery undergoes an abrupt change. There
are no more trees, and the large shrubs which for
a time take their place degenerate into thorny bushes
and then disappear. There were mountains thinly
clothed with grass here and there, mountains of bare
gravel and red rock, grey crags, stretches of green
turf, sunlit peaks with their snows, a deep snow-filled
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ravine eastwards, and beyond a long valley filled with
a snow-field fringed with pink primulas ; and that was
Central Asia.
Gyalpo brought her by three o'clock in the
afternoon to Matayan — fourteen miles away — partly
descending, partly across wide valleys, and she sat
in the midst of staring women till her tent arrived.
Matayan was still Kashmir ; she had to ride and
march across the Dras valley, with its villages, to
climb up to Kargil, to wilt under the heat of a lofty
plateau of sand, to traverse ravines and rocky wilder-
nesses, before she emerged upon Shergol, the first
village of true Buddhist Tibetans, where, as she says
in her book, " the intensely human interest of the
journey began."
A record of her three months in Lesser Tibet is
so fully furnished in Among the Tibetans that the
reader may be referred to its pages for her adventures
there, one of which nearly ended her life. But it may
be mentioned that the wretched sets was at last dis-
missed for cruelty to Gyalpo, and that the iniquities
of Usman Shah came to light at Leh. Her Arab was
replaced on the rough ascents by a yak, or Tibetan ox,
a steed of exciting possibilities, half savage still after
centuries of attempted taming, with an alarming habit
of knocking over its leader, bellowing defiance, and
leaping down the slopes from boulder to boulder till
it finds its herd, leaving its rider to accommodate
herself to the circumstances. Mrs. Bishop used her
Mexican saddle and dress and on the whole enjoyed
her rides, on which she had for guide and most
interesting companion the man who best loved the
Tibetans and was her most influential sponsor
amongst them, the late Rev. W. Redslob, of Leh.
CHAPTER X
NATIONS THAT SIT IN DARKNESS
A PRIVATE letter from Leh gives news of Mrs. Bishop's
health there. It is addressed to Lady Middleton, and
is dated August 11, 1889:
I have now been nearly two months in Western
Tibet; it is most interesting, and in some respects
wonderful, but living at an altitude varying from
11,000 to 17,000 ft. has not improved my health. I
feel very weak. All my journey has to be done on
horse or yak back, and I often feel nearly dead. I
wish I could send my Badakshan horse (Gyalpo) to
Lord Middleton's stud, to be the sire of a race of
horses. He goes anywhere and does anything — even
came over the Kharzong glacier last week, and swam
the rapids of the Shayok ; not an old woman's horse,
but I contrive to get on with him. I like the Tibetans
very much.
Mrs. Bishop slowly descended to the Panjab, Mando
and Hassan Khan still with her, and some coolies
from Leh, who took care of her tents and baggage.
Gyalpo was groomed by Mando, and, on occasion,
when Mando was powerless from cold, by herself.
The marches were now over desolate, gravelly passes,
across broad valleys of sand, regions without vegeta-
tion and without water, where for two nights the
baggage-ponies could get no food. When the snow-
peaks reddened in the dawn the camping-grounds
were often white with hoar-frost. They reached
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flowing water at Lahul, or British Tibet, and there
to her sorrow she was met by—
A creature in a nondescript dress, speaking Hindu-
stani volubly. On a band across his breast were
the British crown and the words " Commissioner's
chaprassicy Kulu District." I never felt so extinguished.
Liberty seemed lost, and the romance of the desert to
have died out in one moment.
But the chaprassie had brought an escort, cows, and
cowherd, all of which (with the exception of the
escort, sent promptly back to the Tibetan dignitary)
went on with her, to her great comfort, in the terrible
Baralacha Pass, which took three days to cross.
When c they reached Kylang, in the Lahul valley,
she remained three weeks with Mr. and Mrs. Heyde,
missionaries then of forty years' standing in British
Tibet. Here she added to her notes on the people,
lamas, religious festivals, education, and conditions of
Christian teaching. All through her Tibetan travels
she was deeply impressed by the self-sacrifice and
heroic persistence of the German Moravian mis-
sionaries, " learned, genial, cultured, who, whether
teaching, preaching, farming, gardening, printing, or
doctoring, are always and everywhere ' living epistles
of Christ, known and read of all men.'"
It took four weeks to descend to the Panjab from
Kylang, and it was not till Thursday, October 17,
that she reached Simla.
The Persian journey contemplated before she left
England had now almost sunk into the limbo of
unattainable ambitions, so strongly had her Indian
friends warned her against its hardships. But in
Simla she met — probably at the Residency or when
lunching with Sir Mortimer Durand — Major Sawyer,
Assistant Quartermaster-General, who was charged
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with a military-geographical mission to Persia, and who
agreed to escort her, at all events, as far as Tihran
and Isfahan. This revival of her original purpose
led to a change in her immediate movements.
But her work in India was not completed. In
addition to the "John Bishop Memorial Hospital" at
Srinagar she desired to provide a small hospital and
dispensary in memory of her sister, Henrietta Bird,
and made many visits and inquiries to secure the site
and building. On the day after her final conversation
with Major Sawyer respecting the Persian journey,
she left her luggage at Simla and started on a little
tour to missionary headquarters at Ambala, Amritsar,
and Batala. It is interesting to find that, in addition
to her careful inspection of hospitals, she gave an
address to the girls of the Alexandra School at
Amritsar on November 10. Here she was impressed
by the character of Dr. Martyn Clark's work at the
Medical Mission Hospital, and finding that a disused
hotel on an old high road at Bias, near Amritsar,
was to be had, she bought the buildings, and left
funds for their adaptation and equipment as a women's
hospital and dispensary in Dr. Clark's hands. The
place was at once put into order, and by February
of 1890 was in working condition. It contained six-
teen bedrooms for patients and nurses, a billiard-room
which is used for meetings, and out-buildings made
into waiting-rooms and dispensary. It added to her
satisfaction in leaving the "Henrietta Bird Hospital"
in Dr. Clark's charge that he was an old student of
Dr. Bishop's.
She had good news, too, of the progress of her
hospital at Srinagar ; it was rising rapidly, and
Dr. Neve hoped it would be completed by May. Ten
days at Lahore and a visit to Sialkot followed this
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business transaction, and from December 3 to 12 she
was again in Lahore, where she made some prepara-
tion for her projected journey, and had the privilege
of being guided through the museum by its learned
curator, Mr. Kipling, whom his distinguished son
has immortalised in Kim. Then came the long train
journey to Karachi, where her hosts were Mr. and
Mrs. Mclvor, and where she completed her equipment
and met Major Sawyer.
From Karachi to Bushire was the first stage ; from
Bushire to Baghdad the second. Of the former there
remain but scanty details, due to, the loss of all her
notes at Julfa. She spent Christmas Day on the
s.s. Assyria, and on New Year's Eve passed, at the
junction of the Tigris and Euphrates, Gurman, the spot
selected by tradition as the Garden of Eden. But
before the year ended she landed at Bushire in the
British Resident's steam-launch and was most
hospitably entertained by Colonel Ross during the
stay of the Assyria.
At Fao Dr. Bruce came on board and was her
fellow traveller as far as Baghdad. Mr. Curzon,
now Lord Curzon, joined at Mohammerah, fresh
from his exploration of the Karun River. At Basrah
they were transferred to the s.s. Mejidieh, which
took them slowly to Baghdad, after three days'
sailing on the Tigris. There Dr. Sutton met Mrs.
Bishop and took her and Dr. Bruce to the C.M.S.
Mission House for the four days which Major Sawyer
required to complete his caravan.
She had engaged a servant at Bushire and now
hired five mules, two for riding and three for baggage,
with muleteers to look after them. She reduced her
camp furniture to a folding-bed and a chair, and
adopted native trunks for her belongings. Provisions,
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a revolver, and a brasier were amongst these. For
the first time she rode a saddle-mule, and found it
less satisfactory than any one of her former steeds.
On January 10 the caravans started on what she
ever afterwards described as an " awful journey."
I never would have undertaken it had I known the
hardships it would involve, the long marches, the
wretched food, the abominable accommodation,
the filthy water, the brutal barbarism of the people.
We were detained four days by torrents of rain at
Khonnikin, the last town in Asiatic Turkey, at the
house of the Turkish Governor, and soon after reached
the snows of the elevated plateaux of Northern Persia,
and have been marching day after day from eighteen
to twenty-two miles with mercury at from four to
twelve degrees below the zero of Fahrenheit, through
snow from 18 in. to 3 ft. deep, sometimes getting
on only one and a half mile an hour, and putting up at
night either in cold, filthy, and horrible caravan-serais
with three or four hundred mules and their drivers
or in Kurdish houses shared with mules, asses, cows,
and sheep. In Turkey we had an escort of Bashi
Bazouks, and in Persia of armed horsemen, as we had
to go through many passes where robber tribes
descend on small caravans.
This letter was written at Kirmanshah, where they
made a long halt, and continues :
We have been here for nine days, detained by snow,
observations for longitude, and an illness of mine, and
are the guests of a wealthy Arab (Prince Abdul
Raheem). I have learned two things ; one I have
been learning for nine months past, the utter error of
Canon Taylor's estimate of Islam. I think it the most
blighting, withering, degrading influence of any of the
false creeds. The second thing takes a very short
time to learn, i.e. that if there is a more venal, devas-
tating, and diabolical oppression on earth than that of
the Turk, it is that of the Shah. This is a ruined,
played-out country, perishing for want of people, of
water, of fuel, and above all for want of security,
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crushed by the most grinding exactions to which there
is no limit but the total ruin of those on whom they
press, without a middle class and without hope.
At Kirmanshah she had rest from the tossing and
tumbling of mule-riding, and her host lent her a
splendid Arab for excursions. But the caravan
started again on February 3, and there was another
fortnight of cold and hardship before she reached
Kum. The day before this start was made she wrote
a long letter to the Tobermory Y.W.C.A., which
Mrs. Allan of Aros House read to the members.
Its account of the journey from Baghdad to Kir-
manshah endorses the letter to Sir Thomas Grainger
Stewart, which has just been quoted.
I left Baghdad with sixteen mules, an English officer,
three Afghan soldiers, and an escort of mounted
Turkish soldiers. We have had an awful journey up
to this point, mostly through snow, with the thermo-
meter generally below zero, floundering about on
mules from six to ten hours daily. I have come to
think parched pease a luxury, so abominable is the
food. You would hardly believe in what abominable
places I slept at night, sometimes in a huge stable and
often in Kurdish houses, quite dark, with a fire of cow-
dung in the middle of the floor, and men, mules, horses,
asses, cows, and poultry all together. In such houses
I have a mat to screen me from the crowd. We were
attacked in one of them, and the soldiers had to use
their swords. I never see any women. They have
nothing to do and see no one. If a woman of the
poorer class has occasion to go out to get food, she
puts on a black mask and a large blue sheet, which
covers her from head to foot. Any woman going out
otherwise would be put to death. The people are
most cruelly oppressed. Everything beyond the mere
necessities of life is taken from them by the rulers, and
if they hide anything they are taken to prison and
burnt with hot irons, their finger-bones squeezed and
broken, and the spies of their feet beaten to a jelly till
they tell where it is. The towns and villages are
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falling into heaps of ruins, and the land lies desolate
without wood to burn and hardly water to drink.
When I see the awful darkness in which these people
live, and remember how the news of salvation by Jesus
Christ is all round us and is brought into our very
houses and is pressed upon our unwilling hearts, I
often think of the words of our Lord, " It shall be more
tolerable for Sodom and Gomorrah in that day than
for that city." If I reach Tihran, the capital, I shall
have travelled through Persia for five hundred miles
without seeing a missionary or a Christian.
It was not till February 26 that she and Major
Sawyer arrived at Tihran, where they were invited
to stay at the British Legation with Sir Henry
Drummond Wolff. The journey from Kirmanshah
had been even worse than the earlier marches so
graphically described in her book and letters. Over
passes where fierce blasts met them, over waterless
regions of black rock and gravel, and finally through
the deep mud of the Kavir, or Great Salt Desert,
they rode and stumbled, camping in utter misery,
her brief hours of rest often occupied with making
poultices and compresses for the soldiers and muleteers
who, blinded by the snow and sick with fatigue,
were many of them in a desperate condition. Six
of them indeed succumbed, and rumours preceded
their arrival at Tihran that the whole caravan had
perished upon one of the most formidable passes,
where a demoniacal wind met them with havoc in
its blasts, spreading pleurisy amongst the men,
sickness and snow-blindness amongst the mules.
Mrs. Bishop's saddle-mule broke down, and Major
Sawyer lent her one of the Arab horses which he
had brought.
It is a triumph of race [she wrote the day after their
arrival at Tihran] that we are here at all, and the same
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applies to the splendid Arab horses, which, though half
dead from their efforts yesterday, plunged through the
twenty miles of mire without a fall. I was done last
night, and in such anguish in my side and spine that,
having been laid down before a fire, I stayed there all
night. I have lost 32 Ib. weight in the forty-six days
of our march from Baghdad ! The Sona Pass was
the worst experience, and four muleteers a little way
ahead did actually perish from the merciless blast.
For a time it seemed to her that there was not
enough in Persia to repay the tremendous risks of
travel there, but she revised this impression when
rest and the great kindness of her host and her
missionary friends restored the normal tranquillity
of her judgment. Her safe arrival was at once
telegraphed to England and India by Major Wells,
the Director of Telegraphs, and a few hours later
she was receiving despatches of congratulation from
both friends and strangers.
After three weeks' stay — the incidents of which
occupy thirty pages of her book on Persia, Sir Henry
Drummond Wolffs untiring kindness being chief
amongst them — she felt well enough not only for
her ride to Isfahan, but to contemplate one far more
adventurous into the mountains of Luristan, within
the protection of Major Sawyer's escort, but on
such strict conditions as to leave her practically
dependent on her own resource and courage. These
conditions were dictated by the nature of Major
Sawyer's expedition, one of extreme importance.
The ride to Isfahan was easy and occupied only
twelve days, two of which were spent at Kum.
Mrs. Bishop was invited to take up her quarters
in the Church Mission House at Julfa, and was there
for some weeks. Dr. Bruce arrived some days after
her. He had stayed several weeks longer at Baghdad
i
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and had taken the shorter caravan route by Bushire
and Shiraz to Julfa, which can be traversed in from
thirty to thirty-five days. Dr. Bruce writes :
My wife, daughter, and myself greatly enjoyed her
sojourn with us for the month of April, 1890. She
took the keenest interest in the work of the mission
and was a most delightful guest, whom it was a
privilege to entertain.
Julfa is the Armenian suburb of Isfahan, and she
was glad to reach it after a painful and dangerous
experience in the meaner streets of the city, where
she was hooted, spat upon, and howled at by a
rabble of fanatical men and boys. The sheep-skin
coat which she had worn during her ride became
oppressive and she had reverted to European dress,
so that the absence of the usual shroud drew attention
to her as a " Nazarene." Julfa " was a haven from
the howling bigots of Isfahan."
Mrs. Bishop wrote a most interesting letter to
Miss Clayton from Julfa, much of which may be
quoted :
I was yesterday away from England fourteen months,
the longest absence I have ever had — and when, if ever,
shall I see its dear, green, misty shores again ? My
steps will begin to turn northward (D.V.) on the 28th,
for a march of a thousand miles. My camp is now
pitched in the hospital compound, my Cabul tent and
the shiddari, and a small tent that I have designed, an
enlarged shuldari for the servants. This afternoon I
have been refitting my dear old tent with new ropes.
I wonder what experiences I shall have in it. I have
just read The Greatest Thing in the World, and wish to
act out the courtesy and kindness which it enjoins
among the savages and muleteers. That is indeed
a splendid book. Possibly there are one or two
phrases and omissions to which a few rigid people
might take exception, but I am always seeing more
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strongly that doing is Christianity, and possibly many
of us have paid a disproportionate attention to what
we believe. It is a striking remark that at the judg-
ment the verdict is given only on what has been done
or not done.
On Tuesday there was the yearly picnic of the
Armenian congregation at a palace down the river.
I rode to it in the afternoon. There were 260
people, and all the women but three came in red.
On Monday the horse with his " neck clothed with
thunder " and the cavalry escort came again, and I met
the Commander-in-chief, Mya Panch, and Dr. Bruce
at the great Mosque, the Medrasseh, whose splendid
tiles are a lost art. From thence we went to the
armoury, where we were joined by General Faisarullah
Khan and another general. They all did their best to
make the afternoon agreeable, and gave us tea in the
standard room.
The Mya Panch seems a splendid character and
respected by all. He offered me a military escort for
my journey, but I declined. Yesterday Major Sawyer
gave a picnic at the top of a mountain to the Euro-
peans of Julfa — eight, five of whom were the mission
party. In coming down a very bad place my saddle
slipped over the horse's head and turned, and it and I
came off together. Then later, after dark, this horse
was terribly frightened by some ghostly object and
nearly threw me, and somehow struck my forehead
violently with his head, almost stunning me. The
dazed feeling has only just gone off, and there is a
lump on my forehead. By means of riding I have not
become so poorly as I usually am when I lead a seden-
tary life. It is very pleasant here, though I see and
hear many fearful things. I miss Mr. Carless very
much. He left two days ago for Yezd— a bright,
sanctified spirit, a Christian under all circumstances,
and consequently respected by every one. The Ilkhani
(the great feudal chief of the bakhtiaris) is disposed to
be most kind, and, in addition to the letters which
I have from the Persian Government, my Persian
friends here have secured his good-will, so that,
whether my camp separates from the surveying camp
or not, I think I shall do well. The Ilkhani's son, who
lives eight marches from here, sent in a horseman to
see me and attend me, and also wrote to the Mya
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Panch most courteously. So I think 'that I shall not
have to come back, but that literally I shall —
M
Nightly pitch my moving tent
A day's march nearer home.
ajor Sawyer is making an immense sensation in this
minute community, which vegetates in superlative
stagnation. His splendid appearance, force of char-
acter, wit, brutal frankness, ability, and kind-hearted-
ness make a great breeze, and I hear that his sayings
and doings are the one topic. He has shown a great
deal of good feeling in some very difficult circum-
stances. I have only seen him once here for a few
minutes to talk with ; but we are very good comrades,
and I hope and believe that in the wonderful journey
before us nothing will happen worse than a little
friction, which will not affect the good-comradeship.
I want to get all the good out of Drummond's booklet
I before leaving. I have, then, no books but the Bible,
| Brother Bartholomew, another R.C. book, and L Outre
Manche, with a French grammar.
Things at Baghdad are far worse than I wrote ; the
fury of Islam is quenchless. Numbers have been
| beaten, and the work among Mohammedans is prac-
| tically at an end. Mrs. Sutton, Christlieb's daughter,
I had gone to Basrah for a change, and came back as
| soon as she heard of the danger. That's the sort of
| wife for a missionary. The contrast between the de-
| votion to Mahomet generally and the limited devotion
to Christ is always very saddening.
On April 30 the expedition to the Bakhtiari country
i began. The terms of agreement were strict. Her
I caravan was to be as much as possible independent
of Major Sawyer's, only she had leave to camp within
the ring of his sentries. She was well and full of
anticipation. But the ride from Kirmanshah to Tihran
had left its mark upon her. Her abundant dark hair
j had grey streaks, and she was battered and bruised
by various mishaps. Her preparations were none
the less made without misgiving. Sacks of food for
forty-five days were provided and sealed, and these
228 NATIONS THAT SIT IN DARKNESS [CHAP, x
contained many tins of preserved meat, milk, and
jam, given to her by Sir Henry Drummond Wolff.
She purchased tablets of soup, tea, candles, and
saccharin herself. Rice and flour were to be had
after seven days' march, and an empty packing-case
was added to her baggage in which to store them.
She bought presents for the mountaineers, and took
with her a medicine chest equipped with essential
remedies before she left England, and further fur-
nished by Dr. Odling at Tihran with surgical
instruments and quinine. Four baggage mules and
a horse were engaged, their owner and his son going
with them, and two servants, Hassan the cook and
Mirza Yusuf the interpreter.
It was on the whole a most satisfactory caravan,
but " Screw," her new horse, never pleased her so
much as the Arab " whose neck was clothed with
thunder." Mr. Douglas and Miss Bruce rode three
marches with her, to Pul-i-Wargun, to Rio, and to
Chamini, where they left her on the frontier of the
Bakhtiari country. The time assigned to this difficult
expedition was more than doubled. Mrs. Bishop's
vivid diary of the hundred days' adventures occupies
about 400 pages of her book on Persia. Hardships
marked the whole period. Her camp was daily
invaded by diseased, wounded, infirm people — men,
women, and children. She ministered tirelessly to
them all and acted as well in the capacity of vet. to the
horses and mules. Again and again the men whom
she benefited stole her provisions, her utensils, her
personal comforts ; often her life was in great danger.
Only one beautiful incident relieved the crass self-
ishness of the mountain people. Major Sawyer
halted for some days at a place called Chighakor,
close to the Ilkhani's residence. Here, one of the
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minor chiefs, perhaps Kulla Khan, perhaps Ilbege
Khan, came to her for medicine, which she gladly
gave him. Lingering in her tent, he asked her why
she ministered to people unknown to her, without
demanding a recompense. This was her opportunity,
and she told him, through Mirza Yusuf, the story of
Christ, whose anxiety for the physical well-being of
the people whom He had come spiritually to save,
was so great that He spent His days in going from
village to village to heal their disease and rescue
them even from death. When he had heard all she
tried to say, he looked at her with piteous entreaty in
his eyes. " He is the Hakim for us," he said ; " send
us such a one as He was."
Major Sawyer's expedition ended at Burujird, and
here on August 10 she was left to her own resources.
These never failed her ; but just when she might have
hoped for rest and comfort, all her tea, her provisions,
and table equipments were stolen, and a few days
later a charming Persian horse, which she bought to
replace " Screw," was taken also, although after some
days the thief was discovered and. "Boy" restored.
Her mules and " Screw " returned to Isfahan with
Hadji, their proprietor, and she was compelled to
make up a new caravan for the long march westwards
which she now proposed.
All thought of returning to Julfa was dismissed, so
severe and perilous had been the transit over the
Bakhtiari mountains, and she decided to make her
way by Hamadan, through Western Persia to Urmi
and thence through Kurdistan and Armenia to
Trebizond on the Black Sea. It was a march of a
thousand miles, and she had just completed the rough
ride from Julfa to Burujird, 700 miles of hardship.
Before that she had ridden 800 miles from Baghdad
230 NATIONS THAT SIT IN DARKNESS [CHAP, x
to Isfahan, making 1,500 miles on saddle-mule, Arab
horse, and Persian horse, and the remaining journey
seemed light in comparison with what she had already
overcome.
But she knew little of the people amongst whom
she was to travel and sojourn. She was in complete
ignorance of the Armenian Question and its com-
plications at that time, and she was on the whole
attracted by the Kurds and prejudiced against the
Armenians.
When Major Sawyer left Burujird to return to
Isfahan, they bade each other good-bye as comrades
who had gone through difficulty, danger, and privation
together. Mrs. Bishop engaged mules and their
charvadar, or proprietor, rode " Boy " herself and
reached Ramadan, after ten marches, on August 26.
Here she stayed nearly three weeks in the American
Mission House, the first week occupied with a spinal
collapse, through which she was ably nursed by
Mrs. Alexander and Miss Montgomery.
She was up and about again on September 2, and
explored Hamadan and all the missionary work going
on there. The city she found " ruinous, filthy,
decayed, and unprosperous-looking," out of which—
No legerdemain can recreate the once magnificent
Ecbatana, said by the early Greek writers to have
been scarcely inferior to Babylon in size and
splendour, with walls covered with plates of gold,
and fortifications of enormous strength— the capital
of Arbaces after the fall of Nineveh, and the summer
resort of the " Great King."
She visited Esther's Tomb, and made inquiries as to
the condition of the Jews in Hamadan, a pitiable con-
dition only modified by the American missionaries
who make these unfortunate people their especial care.
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It was not till September 15 that Mrs. Bishop began
the first stage of her march to Trebizond. She was
unfortunate in her charvadar, from whom she agreed
to take five mules for the march to Urmi, a distance of
309 miles. He was a Turk and a bully, and refused
to keep to the terms of his contract. Mirza Yusuf
remained in her service and she engaged a young
Armenian, who spoke both Persian and Turkish, to
look after the commissariat. At the second halt,
Kooltapa, she was ill and feverish, annoyed by
Sharban, the charvadar, who forced her to travel
along with a large caravan which he was sending to
Urmi, and the noise of which was maddening. As
she lay shivering with fever, she heard steps inside her
tent. She sprang up, seized her revolver and fired
blank cartridge several times in the direction which
they took. Next morning she discovered that almost
everything on which she depended for comfort,
including much clothing and all her toilet apparatus,
was gone. Sketches, notes of travel, pencils, and gold
pen were amongst the spoil. She had to get native
shoes and make herself a kind of turban to replace
the cork helmet indispensable in the East.
It was not till Sharban discovered that Mrs. Bishop
bore letters to the Governors en route that he realised
that this delicate, soft-voiced Feringhi could not be
cheated, bullied, and maltreated with impunity. Then
he was in a cowardly fright, implored mercy, and
despatched the big caravan northwards by itself. At
Bijar the Governor sent eight soldiers to mount
guard round her tent, and this completed the taming
of Sharban.
The march was full of difficulties, and Mrs. Bishop
was thankful to reach Urmi on October 7 and to
rest there for a week, entertained by the missionaries
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— medical, educational, and evangelistic — of both
Anglican and American churches. Urmi was an
extended oasis of beauty and fertility compared with
the barren mountain regions through which she had
ridden for months.
I know now pretty well what to expect in Persia
[she wrote on the day of her arrival] ; not to look for
surprises of beauty and luxuriance, and to be satisfied
with occasional oases of cultivation among brown,
rocky, treeless hills, varied by brown villages with
crops and spindly poplars and willows, contrasting
with the harsh barrenness of the surrounding gravelly
waste — but beautiful Urmi, far as the eye can reach,
is one oasis.
Mr. Laboree met her four miles from the American
Presbyterian Mission House, to which he escorted
her, and Dr. Shedd, Principal of the Urmi College,
invited her to be his guest. She was placed in
most favourable circumstances for making herself
acquainted with missionary work in Urmi. There
were four agencies — the American Presbyterian, the
Anglican, the French Lazarist, and the Medical
Mission. Her observations and acquired information
are admirably summed up in a chapter of " Notes,"
occupying pp. 221-34 of the second volume of her
Journeys in Persia.
Her health in Urmi was excellent, and she visited
these communities repeatedly. But the season was
late, so she replenished her stores and organised
her next march through what remained of Persian
Kurdistan, to be followed by a lengthy progress
through Turkish Kurdistan to Van. She chartered
a caravan and a set of Kurdish katirgis with horses
for the baggage and her servants. The Kurds proved
to be intolerable— insolent, violent, disobedient, and
mutinous ; but although she was warned at Urmi,
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and knew the hazard of committing herself to their
escort, she had no alternative, and could only protect
herself by engaging a Syrian priest as interpreter
till she reached Van. At Urmi she came into contact
with Christian Syrians or Nestorians. Some twenty
thousand of these lived on the Urmi Plain, within
the Persian frontier, and although they were quiet
and industrious, she describes them as ignorant, super-
stitious, untruthful, avaricious, and untrustworthy.
She started from Urmi on October 14 with an
encouraging " send-off," nearly the whole missionary
and medical staff riding out to Anhar with her. She
lade this her first halt, staying all night at the
festorian pastor's house, and here her interpreter
>ined the caravan.
When all my kind friends left me [she wrote], and I
ralked alone in the frosty twilight on the roof of my
:omfortable room in the priest's house, and looked
towards the wall of the frontier mountains through
rhich my journey lay, I felt an unwonted elation at
the prospect before me, which no possible perils from
Kurds or from the sudden setting-in of winter could
" imp, and thus far the interest is much greater even
:han I expected.
In the afflatus of this mood she had hardly crossed
the frontier than she went to visit a famous political
>rigand, Hesso Khan, of whom she gives a picturesque
description. On the second day's march her katirgis
threw down the loads and decamped ; but she got
two others at a village on the frontier stream, and
they went with her as far as Marbishu— " rude,
>rimitive, colourless, its dwellings like the poorest
>w-sheds, clinging to mountain sides and spires of
rock." It was, besides, desolated by marauding
>rigands. The country was infested by the Kurds,
'ho attacked its villages, insulted, robbed, and
234 NATIONS THAT SIT IN DARKNESS [CHAP, x
murdered the Nestorians, desecrated their churches,
and harried their farms. She passed through several
of these impoverished and terrorised villages on her
way. No wonder that in the gloomy little church,
walled as thickly as a fortress, and used as their
refuge when attacked, the unhappy villagers of Mar-
bishu chant daily the pathetic prayer : " Give us by
Thy mercy a peaceful day. Scatter, O Lord, in the
world love, peace, and unity. Raise up righteous
kings, priests, and judges."
On the very morning of her arrival Kurdish horse-
men had stolen twenty sheep ; on its afternoon they
returned for cattle. Armed guards were added to
her caravan because she was a British subject, and
some of the country people who were travelling
besought her protection.
Contact with these oppressed Syrian Christians
worked a complete change in Mrs. Bishop's esti-
mate of their national character. She had been as
utterly ignorant as we all are concerning them, and
she freely confessed her ignorance. Now to her
open mind came the astonishing truth like a revela-
tion. If the Nestorians of Urmi's fertile plain had
degenerated in faith and character, these peasants
in their mountain fastnesses, absolutely helpless and
at the mercy of brutal marauders and of fiendish
misgovernment, were daily faithful unto death, des-
pising all things that belong to this life rather than
betray Christ. It is wonderful that, martyred as
they were, and that in a myriad ways more hideous
than Pagan Rome ever invented, they never flinched
and never denied their Saviour. She realised that-
Through ages of accumulating wrongs and almost
unrivalled misery, they, like us, have worshipped the
crucified Nazarene as the crowned and risen Christ;
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that to Him, with us, they bend the adoring knee ; and
that, like us, they lay their dead in consecrated ground
to await through Him a joyful resurrection.
Had they given way and accepted the creed of
their Moslem oppressors, their threatened lives would
probably have been spent in comparative peace,
and the marvel is that they preferred Christ and
martyrdom to Mahomet and security. It was in the
villages of the plain of Gawar that the climax of
this revolution in her opinion was reached. Some
twenty Christian villages are on this plain, and from
them fifteen thousand sheep had been driven off
between June and October of that year. Mrs. Bishop
halted for a week in Gawar, and lodged with these
people in their houses, most of them built below the
ground. Even during her stay houses were sur-
rounded, men shot, women maltreated, and property
burned or carried off.
"The men of Government," they said, "are in
partnership with the Kurds, and receive of their gains.
This is our curse."
In semi-darkness she was visited by some of the
Christian priests and deacons, while she lived in a
subterranean stable. They pleaded with her to send
them teachers from England, lamenting the ignorance
to which constant peril condemned them, and which
hindered them from helping their poor peasant con-
gregations fully to understand the great doctrines
of Christianity. One of them, who represented others
not present, said to her : " Beseech for a teacher to
come and sit among us and lighten our darkness
before we pass away as the morning shadows. We
are blind guides, we know nothing, and our people
are as sheep lost upon the mountains. When they
go down into the darkness of their graves we know
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not how to give them any light, and so we all perish."
She answered that England would find it difficult
to raise funds for such an object. " England is very
rich/' said the priest, who was himself destitute and
in hourly danger.
From that day in October, 1890, Mrs. Bishop's
attitude towards Christian mission work was one
of uncompromising and unflinching support. There
had been a time when she would make a detour of
twenty miles to avoid a mission station, being not
only apathetic about its work, but in some degree
averse to its interference with native creeds and
its too frequent political indiscretion. Then had
come the strong missionary influence of her husband
and along with it a considerable weakening of her
faith in churches — as churches— a weakening due to
their own grotesque attitude as hostile institutions.
But as ecclesiastical Christianity declined, the spirit
of Christ increased in her, mellowing, sweetening,
broadening, and inspiring her to a larger human
tenderness for all, a wise tolerance of even bickering
churches, a keen discernment of Christ in men, how-
ever marred His image might be, and to a deep, instant,
urgent yearning to bring the whole world to a know-
ledge of Him. This development dated from the
meeting in a dark stable-dwelling on Gawar Plain.
There was now no remnant of respect left in her
mind for the religions of the East, and she writes :
Several of the Asiatic faiths, and notably Buddh-
ism, started with noble conceptions and a morality
far in advance of their age. But the good has been
mainly lost out of them in their passage down the
centuries, and Buddhism in China is now much on a
level with the idolatries of barbarous nations. There
is nothing to arrest the further downward descent of
the systems so effete yet so powerful and interwoven
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with the whole social life of the nation. There is no
resurrection power in any of them."
While she was at Gahgoran, sleeping in a granary
in the priest's house, she was wakened by muffled
sounds. She rose, took her revolver, went into the
passage and looked through the chinks of the outer
door. A number of armed Kurds were in front, so
she went back to the granary and fired several times
to rouse the dogs and some strangers, who had
come to meet Mar Shimun, the Nestorian Patriarch,
and two bishops who were in the village on business.
They rushed out and drove the Kurds away from
the stable, where they were stealthily abstracting
horses which belonged to the visitors. The Patriarch
invited Mrs. Bishop to visit him at Kochanes, and
on her way thither she met Mr. Browne, a member
of the Anglican Mission at Urmi, who devoted himself
to the Syrians of the mountains. The Bishop of
Urmi was with her, and Mr. Browne turned back
with his baggage mules to accompany them and to
stay at Kochanes during the six days of her residence.
He told her the sum of his four years' acquain-
tance with these tortured Nestorians, information
which proved to be of great value to her on her
return to England.
The Patriarch's sister installed her in a comfort-
able room of his fortified house, its window looking
across a ravine to wild, snow-crested mountains,
whose flanks were covered with scrub oak, golden
and russet. The place was almost a stronghold, so
necessary was protection from the Kurds.
Mar Shimun did not return from Gahgoran till
the 24th, and Mrs. Bishop occupied the intervening
days in sketching the church, with its engraved stones,
visiting the patriarchs' tombs, and in making notes
238 NATIONS THAT SIT IN DARKNESS [CHAP.X
of her new and strange surroundings, whose graphic
detail may be read in her book on Persia. As he
is temporal ruler over the Ashirets, the Patriarch's
castle was the scene of constant hospitality, bustle,
coming and going, and there was much to record of
the double life of Catholicus and chieftain. Mr.
Browne interpreted for her, and she saw and heard
enough to complete her evidence of the conditions
under pressure of which the unhappy Nestorian
Rayahs maintain their precarious existence and their
inviolable fidelity to a church which once numbered
twenty-five metro-political provinces and whose com-
munion was larger than that of all Christendom
outside its pale.
Apostasy would be immediate emancipation from
terror and ruin, but it is nearly unknown. Their
churches are like catacombs. Few things can be more
pathetic than a congregation standing in the dark
and dismal nave, kissing the common wooden cross,
and passing from hand to hand the kiss of peace, while
the priest, in dress like their own, with girdle and stole
of the poorest material, moves among the ancient
liturgies in front of the dusty sanctuary, leading the
worshippers in prayers and chants which have come
down from the earliest ages of Christianity— from the
triumphant church of the East to the persecuted
remnant of to-day.
An escort of two zaptiehs was secured after some
delay, a young Kurd undertook the care of her mules
and baggage, and at last Mrs. Bishop closed what
she considered the most wonderful visit she ever
paid, and began her three days' march to Van,
arriving in the darkness on October 31, and riding
straight to the American Mission House, where
Dr. Reynolds made her warmly welcome.
Her Kurdish katirgi proved capable and cheerful,
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although he occasionally tried to rob the Christian
threshing-floors of corn for the horses and mules.
She was now in Armenia. The roads were beset
by Kurds, who twice attacked her caravan ; but the
zaptiehs behaved pluckily, and when the robbers
recognised their uniform they retreated.
At Khanjarak she lodged in a subterranean stable
with most of the village cattle — goats, asses, and
sheep, as well as her own horses, mules, servants,
and escort. In one of the wretched Armenian hamlets
through which she passed, a young Armenian, with
whom she spoke about the faith, said to her, " We
don't know much, but we love the Lord Jesus well
enough to die for Him."
Here, amongst the Armenians, she realised again
what the horrors of this infamous persecution meant
for a timid, defenceless people, less manly than the
Nestorian Rayahs, in many ways less lovable, but
like them, " faithful unto death." During the night,
at Khanjarak, twenty-three sheep were driven off by
armed Kurds.
Mrs. Bishop thought favourably of the Turkish
peasants. They lived peaceably with their Armenian
neighbours ; it was the Kurd who maltreated these,
although their murders, robberies, and outrages were
winked at, if not absolutely encouraged, by the
Sublime Porte, which could easily have protected
its unhappy subjects.
In Van she found a different order of Armenians-
industrious, shrewd, commercially capable. They form
an important factor in the prosperity of the city, and
show considerable public spirit and interest in educa-
tion. Mrs. Bishop was relieved to reach at last a
city well furnished with shops, where she could re-
place her many losses and buy warm winter clothing.
24o NATIONS THAT SIT IN DARKNESS [CHAP, x
She got into trouble because her servants had not
complied with all the Turkish travelling formalities,
and Johannes was arrested. But Mr. Devey, the
British Vice-consul, arranged the affair, and she sent
Johannes back to Ramadan, and engaged an excellent
servant in his place, a Turk by birth, an Irishman
by parentage, called Murphy O'Rourke, who spoke
English, Turkish, and Armenian equally well. During
her four days' halt at Van she gave two addresses,
one at the American Church, the other at the Girls'
School.
On November 5 she set out for Erzeroum, sixteen
days' journey, four of them, however, occupied with
a halt at Bitlis. The ride to Bitlis was beautiful,
and Dr. Reynolds went with her the whole way.
She took the more difficult route, sending the caravan
round by the northern shore of Lake Van. The way
was replete with interest — glorious mountains, the
lovely lake, monasteries, castles, vestiges of the old
Armenian splendour, the beautiful village of Ghazit,
shelter-khans, the infant Tigris, the wild and stony
valley which led down to Bitlis, a spot associated
with the days of Alexander the Great, and now one
of the most active commercial centres of Asiatic
Turkey. Here Mr. and Mrs. Knapp, of the American
Mission, were her hosts. She stayed with them five
days, and gave three addresses during that time-
one at Miss Ely's girls' school, with which she was
delighted. To the women she spoke on their own
sad refrain, "We are only women," pointing out
what women can be and do.
Dr. Reynolds engaged katirgis and a zaptieh
escort for her, and she left Bitlis on Thursdayl
November 13, two of the missionaries accompanying
her for an hour. The weather was now very cold,
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and she made long marches. At night she was
exhausted and generally slept in her tent, for the
atmosphere of the khans was fetid, and a guard
had to be set against marauders. Her route was
almost due north, within the water-shed of the
Euphrates, and she forded the Murad-chai, one of
its tributaries.
By this time she was very ill; heavy rain began
to fall, and the marches grew more painful and
hazardous. Once a band of mounted brigands
shadowed the caravan, but retreated on seeing the
zaptieh uniform. Fortunately Mirza, Murphy, and
the soldiers were very attentive and serviceable.
She had the gift of attaching her servants to her,
of whatever race or creed they might be, and these
men helped her through difficulties and dangers with
cheerfulness and devotion. There were strained
relations between the charvadar and Mirza, as the
former, who loved fun and was a mimic, grew
impatient with Mirza's gentle and sentimental ways.
On the fifth day's march they encountered a terrible
blizzard on Ghazloo Pass, which forced her to shorten
the day's ride and take shelter in a horrible khan,
outside of which her tent was pitched and was
attacked by Kurdish robbers. Her own servants
were worn out and she had engaged Kurdish watchmen
to guard her. They sprang on the robbers, beat
down two of them and drove the rest away.
All along the route her eyes witnessed Kurdish
depredations, and she wrote :
I have myself seen enough to convince me that in
the main the statements of the people represent
accurately enough the present reign of terror in
Armenia, and that a state of matters nearly approaching
anarchy is now existing in the Vilayet of Erzeroum.
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242 NATIONS THAT SIT IN DARKNESS [CHAP, x
It took her eight days to reach Erzeroum from
Bitlis. She reached the city on Friday, November 21,
after a five hours' march through deep snow, and
was hospitably housed at the American Mission
House. Here she rested for ten days, during which
time she made herself fully acquainted with what
were called the " Erzeroum troubles." Mr. Hampson,
acting in the Consul's absence, the French Consul,
and others gave her particulars. Murphy disappeared
with " Boy," but after a few days both were discovered
in a low quarter of the town, the Turco-Irishman
quite drunk, She was photographed at Erzeroum,
sitting on her beloved horse with Mirza and Murphy
in attendance.
December 2 was the date of her start on the final
stage of this adventurous caravan journey, which
had begun at Burujird on August 9 and ended at
Trebizond on December 12— four months of most
dangerous travelling. But with her quiet persistence,
her unflinching courage, her power of command,
her independence of luxury, her superb digestion
which conquered strange food and endured its lack,
and her splendid riding, she surmounted every
obstacle, passed almost scatheless through every
jeopardy, observed, recorded, and stored all that
interested her and gained every object attainable by
the enterprise.
But for snow, ice, and wind the march from
Erzeroum to Trebizond would have been delightful,
and at all events it was neither lonely nor dangerous,
for the high road was crowded with travellers and
their caravans. But the icy descents were perilous
and she often dismounted and walked to spare " Boy."
The last and worst of these descents brought her
to the lovely valley of the Surmel, with its homesteads,
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orchards, natural forests and rushing water, and
she left for ever " the bleak mountains and poverty-
stricken plateaux ravaged by the Kurd," after a ride
of 2,500 miles from Baghdad, through Persia, Kurdistan,
and Armenia.
One day was spent at Trebizond, and then she
bade Mirza and Murphy good-bye, and embarked
on the s.s. Douro for Constantinople, where she
spent four busy days, taking the Orient Express on
December 22, reaching Paris on Christmas Day,
and on December 26 finding herself in London at
6 a.m. She went to breakfast with Mr. and Mrs.
Murray, lunched with Sir Alfred and Lady Lyall,
stayed all night at the Euston Hotel, and travelled
next day to Edinburgh, where Professor and Mrs.
Grainger Stewart welcomed her to their house in
Charlotte Square.
CHAPTER XI
PUBLIC WORK
ON New Year's Day, 1891, Mrs. Bishop went to Mull
for a glimpse at the only spot on earth which she could
now call home ; but she did little more than alight and
leave, returning to Edinburgh on January 3 to spend
two days with Professor and Mrs. Blackie. She left
for London on the 7th, stopping at Huntingdon on the
way. On the 8th she wrote to Mrs. Macdonald :
The Ouse was hard frozen at Houghton ; I went
to see Mrs. Brown, and the two girls skated and Percy
pushed me four miles on a chair sled — at the rate of
1 6 miles an hour! Thirty-five years ago I used to
skate with numbers of the village folk on that river,
and now all but myself and one other are in eternity.
One object of her journey to London was to arrange
with Mr. Murray about her book on Persia, one of the
most difficult and certainly one of the most valuable
books she ever wrote. Its difficulty was due to her
repeated losses of notes, diary-letters, and sketches
from robberies at Baghdad, Julfa, and in Turkish
Kurdistan. A certain number of the diary-letters
reached Miss Clayton safely and were locked away.
But besides straining her memory, Mrs. Bishop had to
consult books of reference and to secure correction
of her statements from many residents in the countries
traversed. Fortunately she rarely omitted to set
down some lines of travel in her pocket-diary, so
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that the names and dates of her stages and the main
incidents of her long rides were preserved. The
library of the Royal Geographical Society was of
especial use to her. But except for visits to Mr.
Murray, and for some very necessary shopping, she
spent most of her time in London in rest and quiet
preparation for the hard task before her.
Miss Clayton and her friends were in Bournemouth,
and nowhere could she begin it so well as with them.
On January 24 she joined them at Garthlands. But
a great shock awaited her there. Miss Clayton had
fallen down a steep flight of stairs backwards, and
was suffering from concussion of the brain and spine,
and for three months she was scarcely able to sit up.
At the end of April Mrs. Bishop wrote :
She is now able to drive and to totter about a little,
but is so frail and aged, and so deaf. Alas ! the
shadow cannot return upon the dial, and she will
never be the same again, will never help and advise
and be leant on. You [Mrs. Macdiarmid], who
know what she was to me during a long course of
years, can realise how very sad it is.
This blow seems to have flung her back into the
desolation of former bereavements, but she had the
solace of hard work, and was busy reading over her
diary-letters on January 26, and began her Journeys in
Persia on the following day. She worked at the
book steadily for three months, varying her toil with
occasional missionary addresses. In a letter to Miss
Macdonald, dated February 28, she says :
I am frightfully busy. I have literally no time. I
make no visits, don't read or work, and only go
out for exercise. I find plenty of opportunity for
addressing small meetings ana working parties on
the subject of missions, and this I am very thankful for,
246 PUBLIC WORK [CHAP, xi
Then on March 26 she wrote to the same corre-
spondent :
I am fearfully busy. I have to speak at twenty
missionary meetings in May and June, and to do a
great deal of literary work besides my book.
This extra literary work was in connection with
what she had seen of the persecutions of Christians
in Asiatic Turkey, and part of it consisted of two
forceful and impressive articles in The Contemporary
Review for May and June, called "The Shadow of
the Kurd," which were widely read. They made
indeed some stir, for they were the actual experience
of an onlooker. During April she went several times
to London to deliver addresses at the Moravian
Missionary Meeting, to speak at Harley House, and
on the 2ist to dine with Mr. Murray for the purpose
of meeting Mr. Gladstone. The great statesman
took her down to dinner and questioned her keenly
about the Kurdish atrocities amongst Nestorians and
Armenians. After answering him with all possible
detail, she turned the tables by saying, " Now,
Mr. Gladstone, you have asked me a great many
questions, and I have done my best to answer them ;
may I venture to ask you one?" "Certainly," he
said. "Then, what was the Nestorian heresy?"
"Ah," said he, laying down his knife and fork and
wheeling round in his chair, " that is a matter in
which I am profoundly interested." And he entered
on a long, learned, and precise exposition of the
heresy, quoting historians, fathers of the Church,
modern critics, without pause or failure of memory,
and at the end of half an hour left her not only
amazed at his vast and accurate knowledge, but
conversant with the whole schism.
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On the 8th began the May meetings to so many of
which she was pledged — medical mission, Quaker
meetings, some in the Lower Exeter Hall, others at
Harley House and at various Church Halls.
Her articles in The Contemporary Review had roused
in the minds of Mr. Bryce, Mr. Caine, and other
members of Parliament a strong desire to hear from
her further particulars of the atrocities in Turkish
Kurdistan, and some of these gentlemen urged her to
give an address in one of the committee-rooms of the
House of Commons upon points raised by the accounts
coming daily from the East. Men's minds were
agitated by the inrush of Armenians, who had fled
from their towns and villages and were seeking
refuge in this country. Real knowledge of the
situation was essential, and her articles indicated
acquaintance with its every aspect, and with details
to which she could not yet give the publicity of print.
At first she was averse to taking so unusual and
formidable a step ; but when she realised that she
could give practical help in dealing with this terrible
problem, her scruples disappeared. The meeting was
held on June 18 in Committee-room No. 15, an historical
spot. She declined to give a continuous address, on
the ground that by so doing she might omit what her
audience particularly desired to know ; but expressed
her readiness to answer questions at length. The
room was filled by members of both Houses, some of
their wives being present as well, and when she faced
them a great wave of nervousness threatened to in-
capacitate her altogether. But she subdued it, and
was occupied from 5 to 6.30 in explaining as clearly
as possible the relations and condition of the various
peoples subject to the Sublime Porte, and the de-
fenceless position of Syrians and Armenians.
248 PUBLIC WORK [CHAP, xi
The impression made upon her hearers by her
gentle voice, dignity of bearing, modesty, and clearness
of statement is not yet forgotten. This afternoon was
perhaps the most remarkable she ever spent in public
work, and it had been prefaced by exceptional ner-
vousness. She was relieved to escape from its tension
to the Terrace, where she had tea with her friends
in the House of Commons, after which the group
was photographed.
The only allusion to this incident in her corre-
spondence is contained in a letter to Mrs. Grainger
Stewart, written prior to its occurrence :
I am writing six hours a day, and besides that have
had a great deal to do lately in preparing some state-
ments for a subject connected with foreign politics !
which has introduced me to a number of interesting
acquaintances. I am most thankful for all new interests
out of myself, for I feel that without them my sorrow-
ful solitude would be greater than I can bear.
It is mentioned in her diary without comment, except
as to her great nervousness.
All this time her evenings up to midnight and
her mornings were devoted to her book, to which
she had returned when her articles for The Contem-
porary were finished. But she was well enough to
lunch out a good deal, and just before her appearance
in Committee-room No. 15 she paid a week's visit to
Sir Alfred and Lady Lyall at Queen's Gate. Major
Sawyer was in town, and she saw him several times,
and attended some meetings of the Royal Geographical
Society.
Her numerous engagements interrupted the steady
progress of her book, and brought on an attack of
sleeplessness, the worst she had had for years, and
this was accompanied by intermittent fever. In
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spite of her lectures and addresses she usually wrote
six hours a day, and when there was no outside
evening work she sometimes wrote for nine hours out
of the twenty-four. By the middle of June she had
spoken at seventeen meetings, and nine are set down
in her diary for the four weeks following that date.
It was late in July before proofs of the first volume
of her Persian book began to arrive for correction.
She was then in lodgings at 117 Adelaide Road, and
paid many visits to the Royal Geographical Society's
library and to the War Office. One to Mr. Curzon
is recorded on July 27. She took all possible pains
to ensure the accuracy of her book.
There was that feverish restlessness in her move-
ments which characterised them when she was doing
too much and which often preceded collapse. It was
partly due to the cessation from movement, surprise,
adventure, all the interests of travel, and partly to her
apprehension of bodily and mental torpor. But she
found the vortex into which she was drawn as a
celebrated traveller, authoress, and missionary advo-
cate far less attractive than the perilous wilds of
Luristan and Kurdistan, and said to me one day
that summer, "Oh to be beyond the pale once
more, out of civilisation into savagery ! Anna, I
abhor civilisation ! "
It was a relief to get away from town on August 11,
and, after a peaceful week at Houghton, to go to
Cardiff for the meeting of the British Association,
under Sir William Huggins's presidency. She lectured
on Tuesday, the 25th, in section E — that devoted to
geographical matters— on " The Upper Karun Region
and the Bakhtiari Lurs." It was the first time that
she had addressed members of the British Association,
and the first time that she gave this remarkable
250 PUBLIC WORK [CHAP.XI
lecture — asked for again and again by learned societies
in England and Scotland. It was listened to with
breathless interest, for few Englishmen had taken
the route through Luristan, and of these none had
traversed it from Julfa to Burujird as she and Major
Sawyer did, nor had any of the former travellers in
Persia, except Sir Henry Layard and Sir Henry
Rawlinson, brought to the journey such skilled
observation and such power of literary description
as Mrs. Bishop had done. Schooled by this time in
public speaking, she lectured with great charm of
manner and voice ; and, added to her real and amazing
knowledge of every subject which she handled, she
had the art of presenting what she knew in such
language as to secure absorbed listening. Even she,
too often a prey to self-distrust, felt that her address
was a success, and modestly recorded the fact in her
diary on the day of its delivery.
In the Report of the British Association's meeting
at Cardiff (August, 1891) it is mentioned that on
Tuesday, the 2$th,
There were several papers dealing with original
exploration, and of these Mrs. Bishop's account 01 the
Bakhtiari country was by far the most important.
Mrs. Bishop spoke for the greater part of an hour
merely from notes, but without the slightest hesitation.
Her subject-matter and its manner of treatment were,
in her hands, a model of excellence.
She returned for a few days to town, where she
received the distressing news that the first "John
Bishop Memorial Hospital" at Srinagar had been
entirely wrecked by a desolating flood in July.
When she left London she had completed two-thirds
of her work on Persia, and was occupied with
choosing and arranging its illustrations. She was
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still spending every spare hour upon the manuscript,
which she studiously revised, and on one of the few
days left to her in town she took it to Mr. Murray.
How hard she was working all September is
evidenced by her letters to Mr. Murray, who was
greatly interested in the book. One written on Sep-
tember 13, from Ford Hall, is occupied with details
concerning the map of the Bakhtiari country and her
route, which was prepared for the end of the second
volume with considerable difficulty, partly from the
survey-map made by Major Sawyer, who advised her
to adopt the spelling of the geographical report—
"every surveying officer," she wrote, "seems to spell
the names differently," — and partly from a sketch-map
made by herself.
A little later she tells Mr. Murray that she went
down to Clark's and rescued the revises, which she
altered according to his suggestions.
They are truly valuable, and make me much ashamed
of my want of perspicacity. The original letters were
invariably written when I was greatly fatigued, and
my re-writing has been done under great pressure.
The map gave her great trouble, and she had to
consult the head of the Indian Government Survey
as to how she could use it, add names to it, and
improve it for general use. As a result of this cor-
respondence she was only allowed to use it as it
stood, since the insertion of names and passes was
politically indiscreet.
On October 22 she wrote to Mr. Murray (the
present John Murray) from Tobermory :
The proof which you return is the end of the second
volume. Your corrections have been an education in
grammar and style, which will not be thrown away.
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Just a week earlier she had finished the manuscript
and recorded it in her diary with a " Thank God ! "
of relief.
On the i9th, having revised and corrected most
of her proofs, she went to Tobermory, taking Miss
Cullen (whose father had recently died) with her,
having undertaken to lecture to the members of the
Royal Scottish Geographical Society in Edinburgh
on November 12, and at Glasgow on the i3th. The
expansion of her address prepared for the British
Association on the " Bakhtiari Lurs " into a less
exclusively scientific form occupied her till Novem-
ber 10. Miss Cullen went home on the 2nd, and
Mrs. Bishop followed her on the nth. Her lecture
was given the next evening in the Free Assembly
Hall, where the anniversary meeting of the society
was held. General Sir Robert Murdoch Smith, who
had himself been twenty-four years resident in Persia,
presided, and he testified to the accuracy of her
descriptions as one thoroughly conversant with the
country. The audience was " enormous and sympa-
thetic." Next day she repeated the lecture at the
inaugural meeting of the Glasgow branch.
The R.S.G.S. conferred on her the rare distinction
of fellowship, and in a letter to Mr. Murray she
wrote, " I am grateful for the innovation they have
made in recognising a woman's work."
By this time her forthcoming Journeys in Persia
and Kurdistan was announced, and she was finishing
its preface, glossary, and itineraries. Mr. Curzon,
whose book was also in the press, had been most
kind and helpful, giving her distances and names;
but her proofs were delayed for items of exact mileage
between the stages of her journey through Kurdistan.
On the last day of November the task was definitely
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completed, but by this time nervous collapse and
rheumatism had seized her, and she made up her
mind that the book would be a failure. She stayed
on in Tobermory, although the weather was at its
wintriest — " wan wastes of snow, and a gale which,
with few and brief lulls, is continuous."
Journeys in Persia and Kurdistan was published
at Christmas, 1891. Just at the time a tremendous
storm stopped the mails, and her letter of thanks for
the two beautiful volumes sent to her before the
day of publication was delayed five days.
We have not had a gleam of sunshine for seventeen
days, and the unsunned and sodden snow has a most
depressing and ghastly effect. I feel the damp chilli-
ness of this Mull climate very much after two years in
dry regions, and shall not be able to stay here so long
as I proposed.
She was able, however, to give a lecture in Tober-
mory on the evening of December 23, which lasted
almost two hours. It was on " Persian Manners
and Customs," and was illustrated by two of the
Y.W.C.A. members, who wore costumes which she
had brought from Isfahan.
For three weeks of January she was busy with
all the interests of The Cottage and her neighbours.
She was known by her friends as the "Stormy
Petrel," from her preference of weather in its worst
moods when she went her rounds. Perhaps the howl
and wail of the storm round The Cottage drove
her out.
About the middle of January half of the inhabitants
of Tobermory were seized with influenza. It reached
The Cottage, and first her housekeeper and then
Mrs. Bishop herself succumbed. She was in bed
for three weeks — as pneumonia followed the fever —
254 PUBLIC WORK [CHAP, xi
admirably nursed by Miss Macdonald, and the long
weakness incident to convalescence delayed her de-
parture. Fortunately, lovely weather followed in
February, but she was saddened by many deaths.
A very interesting letter belongs to the week before
she fell ill. It was written to Lady Middleton on
January 13, 1892 :
Life cannot spare you : its claims, duties, and in-
terests multiply as the years go by, and you are and
can be a power for good. Heartlessness and malice
have done their worst if they benumb your vitality
and make you a cypher. But this cannot be, and you
will revive. My mind, dwelling so much in solitude
and away from the bustle at once sordid and trivial
which passes for life, is very full of thoughts, some of
which, if I were speaking and not writing, I should
like to communicate to you. One very present and
stimulating thought is that we have lived into a new
era, and that whether we like it or not (and I don't like
it, and think the old was better), if we are to be of any
use, we must cease sighing over the past and throw
ourselves as heartily as may be into those currents of
the new life and age which are surging around us. I
see so many people who were useful under the old
circumstances, to whom the uprising of the democracy
in politics, of an aristocracy of mere wealth in society,
and of criticisms which threaten to remove the old
landmarks in religion are so intensely painful and
repulsive that they retire from the whirl and strife
altogether, and sit moaning with folded hands over an
order of things which can never be resuscitated.
For myself, my sorrows have taken away all
personal interest in life — I have nothing any more to
nope for, nothing to dread except infirmities of mind
and body, nothing to wish for, no ambitions, no personal
projects. The last three years of ceaseless activities
and latterly of more or less of public life have been
very strange to me. Beloved memories, noble examples,
stimulating words of those whom I have lost are always
goading me onwards and upwards. I feel that I must
make the best of myself, I must bear an active part in
life, I must follow their examples to be worthy of ever
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meeting them again, which is my one personal hope.
And thus with a ceaseless ache at my heart, and without
a shadow of enjoyment in anything, I respond to every
call to action, and my life though very sad is very full,
and though I cannot enjoy I am intensely interested.
For this I thank God.
I wonder if it is any comfort to you to know
that from my heart, and for reasons which at the time
and now appear to be conclusive, I believe your
brother absolutely guiltless of what was imputed to
him. For you to know him to be the victim of an
injustice which has robbed him of all he valued most,
and which afflicts him through his remaining life, must
be a bitterness to which the mourning for vanished
lives is not comparable.
My book, which I may truly call my work, is out,
and, though I thought it marked a manifest falling
off in descriptive style, the reviews so far have been
kind to it. I hope it will sell, as I want money. The
Women's Hospital of sixty beds with a Dispensary
attached, which I built in Kashmir as a memorial to
my husband, was totally destroyed by a flood on
July 21, a heavy blow to me, and I now want to make
money to rebuild it in a safer place.
On March 5 she left Tobermory for Edinburgh and
stayed first with Professor and Mrs. Blackie.
Sir Robert Murdoch Smith had reviewed her
Journeys in Persia and Kurdistan for the March number
of The Scottish Geographical Magazine, and his judg-
ment of the value and accuracy of her statements
gave her great encouragement.
Much has been expected [he said] from her facile and
graphic pen, and we may at once say that those
expectations are not disappointed. . . . The picture
drawn of the toilsome struggles of the laden mules
through the deep snow drifts, and of the sufferings
of man and beast from the intense cold of the icy blasts
that sweep over these uplands, however exaggerated
they may seem to those " who stay at home at ease," are
true and exact as photographs.
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He gives in this paper a most interesting aper$u
of the change effected in Persia between 1863 and
1885, but for the purpose of this biography his
endorsement of her fidelity to truth is its important
feature.
Her stay in Edinburgh had another object besides
the pleasure of being with old friends. Miss Cullen
thought of taking a house in Morningside, and pro-
posed that Mrs. Bishop should furnish a couple of
rooms in it, so as to have a pied-a-terre, when she
came to Edinburgh.
In 1892 [writes Miss Cullen] she greatly longed for
a home ; I asked her if I took a large enough house
would she join me. She was delighted with the
arrangement, and we began a partnership at 41
Morningside Park at the end of that year, which
continued till May, 1897. It was rather a farce, for she
did not live in the house more than eighteen weeks.
She was away three years, but her two rooms were
kept for her.
This arrangement was fixed in the spring of 1892,
and then Mrs. Bishop left for Birdsall House on
March 15. She had prepared Lady Middleton for
a considerable change in her appearance :
I have become a very elderly — indeed I may say an
old — woman and stout ! My hair will not turn grey, and
thus I am deprived of the softening and almost re-
novating influence which silver hair exercises on
a plain race. I still wear deep mourning, but not a cap
of any kind. Mentally I think and hope that I am
more sympathetic, and that my interests outside of
myself are larger and wider, but probably this does not
appear, as my manner is quieter than ever. I have
written this much to prepare you for a " little soul " in
a big body.
The visit was a very happy one, in spite of her
sorrowful memory of the last long stay at Birdsall,
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when her husband was with her. It was soothed
by the love and consideration which she received
from Lord and Lady Middleton, and by their frequent
appreciative reference to Dr. Bishop.
She had to "prate at a drawing-room meeting at
York on March 19, when the Dean, assisted by Lord
Forester, an old friend of my father, will preside."
It was most successful — a crowded hall, the whole
audience " cheery-looking and enthusiastic." Hear
subject was medical missions, and the immediate
collection was £40, followed by £56, as an aftermath.
Other results were the formation of a local association
for supporting medical missions, and a request that
she should return in June to give an address of the
same character at the Church Congress for the
dioceses of York, Ripon, and Wakefield. Two more
petitions for missionary addresses were due to this
York meeting, and indeed there stretched before her
a long vista of such engagements. She wrote to
Miss Macdonald a fortnight later :
I hoped to have rested entirely in April, but have
not been able to refuse to give two addresses — one at
Southampton on the i3th and one at Portsmouth on
the i Qth. I used often to think when I was abroad
that if I lived to return I might possibly interest some
people in missions outside the usual circles ; but never
dreamed that so great and public a work would grow
out of it.
Visits to Houghton and Southampton followed.
I spent three days at Southampton at Canon Wil-
berforce's [she wrote], a singularly curious and inter-
esting time ; but far too exacting and tiring for me, as
I am still very weak.
Then she went to Bournemouth and stayed with
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258 PUBLIC WORK [CHAP, xi
Miss Clayton ail April, except for brief absences
connected with her addresses.
On April 2 she had news which greatly distressed
her.
You will be sorry to hear [she wrote] that I have
lost one of my oldest and most valued friends, Mr.
Murray, my publisher, to whose unwearied kindness
and constant consideration for nearly forty years I
owe very much. I feel his death very deeply.
Tuesday, April 19, was Professor and Mrs. Blackie's
golden wedding day, and Mrs. Bishop's letter to them
is characteristic of her deep affection and loyalty to
the friends of so many years.
As my little gifts [she wrote on Easter Day] will be
overlooked in the array of your beautiful presents, so
my loving words may hardly be heard among the warm
and hearty congratulations which will be yours on
Tuesday ; but I know that my loved and faithful friend
will neither be blind to the one nor deaf to the other.
May God bless you and give you better health, that
your dear self may shine out as all who love you
desire. May you have great peace, and may the calm,
mellow light of a sunlit evening stream on your path.
May you have yet some years together, and in the
end, though death must divide, may death unite. All
blessings are gathered up in the few words : " The
peace of God which passeth understanding keep your
heart and mind in the love of God " — and this is
my wish for your golden wedding day. It is not a
time of prospect, but of retrospect, and I hope that
your self-depreciatory nature will not prevent you
from thankfully looking back upon the long years of
wifely love and loyalty and unwearied helpfulness,
of domestic comfort, calm, ripe, and tasteful criticism,
of intellectual help and rare womanly influence which
you have given to the Professor, and on the loyalty,
love, and trust which he has given you. I wish I
could see you both on Tuesday surrounded by friends
and offerings.
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On May 4 she left Bournemouth for London, where
she stayed at rooms in Adelaide Road, partly furnished
by herself. Missionary and geographical addresses
absorbed her time and attention.
Many pleasant social engagements also belonged
to May, and the same kind of various activity
signalised June. On the 9th she was in York,
fulfilling her engagement at the conference there.
But two matters belong to June worth recording.
One was a course of lessons in photography which
she took from Mr. Howard Farmer at the Regent
Street Polytechnic, and which she renewed every
time she was in London. There had been great
difficulty in getting illustrations for her Journeys in
Persia due to frequent loss of her sketches, and she
did not in any case account these of artistic value.
Photography was not only a new and very real
interest for her, but promised to be helpful in future
journeys amongst new races and regions.
The second matter was connected with her health,
which had given her cause for uneasiness since she had
influenza in February. She consulted Dr. Davies in
London and wrote on the subject to Mrs. Macdonald :
My health failed in the summer and it was with the
greatest difficulty that I kept my engagements. At
last some symptoms that I knew were serious came
on and I had good medical advice. I was then told
that I have fatty and calcareous degeneration of the
heart.
The malady was not surprising after the tremendous
and continuous strain of 1889 and 1890. But its
discovery suggests a question often put as to her
physical feebleness at home and her extraordinary
strength and endurance while travelling. This
question can best be answered by quoting from
260 PUBLIC WORK [CHAP, xi
an article which appeared in The Edinburgh Medical
Journal after her death in 1904, and which was
written by one of the most skilful physicians in
Edinburgh :
To the lay mind (i.e. the mind untrained in
physiological science) Mrs. Bishop was indeed, if
not a mass of physical contradictions, yet very much
of a paradox. It was difficult for it to comprehend
how a woman who in the quiet of her home life
seemed so fragile, sensitive, and dependent could
possibly submit to, or even, survive, the experiences
of her multitudinous travels. The invalid at home
and the Samson abroad do not form a very usual
combination, yet in her case these two ran in tandem
for many years. Mrs. Bishop was indeed one of those
subjects who are dependent to the last degree upon
their environment to bring out their possibilities.
It is not a question of dual personality, it is the varied
response of a single personality under varied condi-
tions. Of course the response can only be maintained
in an active environment, when there is a large store-
house of energy behind it all, for no woman can
travel some 2,400 miles through a wild and untamed
country without having a basis of strength of an
unusual kind. . . . When she took the stage as
pioneer and traveller, she laughed at fatigue, she
was indifferent to the terrors of danger, she was
careless of what a day might bring forth in the
matter of food : but stepping from the boards into
the wings of life, she immediately became the invalid,
the timorous, delicate, gentle-voiced woman that we
associate with the Mrs. Bishop of Edinburgh.
In this there is true insight, but one or two facts
may render the complex nature less puzzling to the
ordinary mind. Physicians have learned to use a
magnanimity which might teach us "a more excellent
way " if we could follow their example. There was
a great reserve of endurance in Mrs. Bishop, and this
was due to her splendid digestion. In spite of the
serious ailments which exhausted her constitution,
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her appetite and her power to assimilate large quan-
tities of food healthily never failed. Her husband
would rally her on this, and once said laughingly
to me, " Isabella has the appetite of a tiger and
the digestion of an ostrich." She could go for days
with little more than a bowlful of rice and a handful of
dates or raisins ; but when substantial food was to
be had, she availed herself amply of the opportunity.
Indeed, she called herself "a savage in the matter
of food." Nor does it ever seem that she suffered
from either scanty or generous fare. She would
complain in jest that her hosts pressed her to eat
cake because it was simple and could not hurt
her, when what she wanted was the richest and
heaviest on the table. This healthy appetite must
have strengthened her muscular frame, which made
up for her feeble spine.
Besides, she really suffered overwhelming fatigue
and frequently broke down during her journeys — but
she had learned exactly what to do and was seldom
hindered in doing it. Her muscular strength and
her immense spirit combined against all obstacles,
when the undertaking interested and inspired her.
In her childhood all the doctors consulted by her
parents had advised open-air life, riding, change of
scene, so these must have been obviously remedial,
long before they developed in her the passion for
travelling which made her famous.
At home there was neither the vivifying mountain
air which invigorated her, nor was there daily novelty
to seize and hold her mind. Although she liked many
people, too many others sought and bored her ; she
was generally occupied with hard intellectual work,
which needed seclusion and a sedentary life; the
minor worries of housekeeping assailed and depressed
262 PUBLIC WORK [CHAP.X
her, while danger and difficulty appealed to her
marvellous self-control and resource ; and physical
inaction was apt to become a habit when life grew
unexciting and duty ceased to exact effort and self-
sacrifice.
She saw Dr. Davies several times, and he enjoined
immediate rest and the withdrawal from as many as
possible of her public engagements for July. Nowhere
could the former be so well assured as at Houghton,
so she left town on June 22 and spent three peaceful
weeks with Mrs. Brown at The Elms, where one
quiet day succeeded another, many hours were spent
on the river, old friends were visited, old associations
renewed. After a fortnight she felt so much better
that she began to write up her notes of Western
Tibet and to bring them into literary form. After
another week of rest, she went to Willing Park near
Bridgnorth, where she addressed a meeting for sixty-
five minutes, and on the following day spoke for an
hour and a quarter at a meeting held at Coalbrook-
dale.
The British Association meetings were held at
Edinburgh in 1892, early in August, and she went
north on the ist to attend them. They were inaugu-
rated by Sir Archibald Geikie, President for the
year, and Mrs. Bishop, who dined that evening with
Sir William Muir, was present. Next evening she
read her paper on ''Western Tibet," and it was
incorporated in the Scottish Geographical Society's
Magazine for October. She was now one of the most
distinguished members of the British Association.
More than a hundred admiring reviews of her
volumes on Persia had appeared, one of them by
Mr. Curzon, at whose private suggestion she made
some small corrections before sending them to
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the press for a second edition. Mr. Murray (the
fourth John Murray) sent her the munificent share
of its profits on which were based her financial
relations with both his father and himself, after the
reissue of Unbeaten Tracks in Japan.
I share your feeling of sadness [she wrote]
regarding the literary account for so many years
addressed to me in your dear father's hand. But
even he could not express himself more kindly and
gracefully than you have done in the note received
this morning. Persia is not an attractive country to
write about and I fully expected failure, therefore
this success is especially gratifying, and is a con-
tinuation of the good fortune which has attended
me since I began my literary career under your
father's auspices.
She had a particular reason for welcoming a large
cheque, already alluded to. A considerable portion
of her profits from the sale of Journeys in Persia and
Kurdistan was consecrated to rebuilding the " John
Bishop Memorial Hospital." The expense of re-
building was great, and the work could not be on
the same scale as that wrecked by the floods of
July, 1890; but the existing hospital at Islamabad,
erected in due course, contains 12 beds for women,
with the possibility of expansion in dry seasons.
Mrs. Bishop saw Dr. Ritchie in Edinburgh, and he
confirmed Dr. Davies' opinion about her health.
He consulted with Dr. Grainger Stewart ; both noted
heart-failure and rheumatic gout, and were most
anxious that she should go to Carlsbad to drink
the waters there and be treated by a celebrated
German specialist, and she planned to leave
about August 20 for that purpose. An outbreak
of cholera and exceptional heat abroad, however,
decided Dr. Grainger Stewart to forbid this step,
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and she spent the rest of August with Miss Clayton
at Kingussie, where drives in a pony chair and much
walking helped her a little. But as baths and
massage were prescribed, she went to Buxton in
September for both.
The Cottage had been lent all summer to Mrs.
Brown's brother, Mr. Dixon. On October 3 Mrs.
Bishop went to Tobermory and stayed there for nearly
four months. These were filled with her usual
activities, to which was added the organising of cookery
classes, accomplished in the face of almost absolute
local indifference. They were in connection with the
Technical Education movement, and she wrote to
Mrs. Blackie about her difficulties:
I am much overdone by nothing less than under-
taking the sole organising of cookery classes, and
providing all the essentials. It has been awful work,
because the people are so dilatory and shilly-shally,
but they were opened last night successfully.
She got leave to utilise the old schoolhouse next
to her cottage for these classes, and invited the School
Board, the ministers, and chief townspeople, on the
evening of December 6, to witness the first illustrated
lesson.
Another interest was reading her notes on Tibet
aloud to her valued neighbour, Mrs. MacLachlan,
of Badarroch, whose feeble eyesight made reading
impossible. Mrs. MacLachlan always expected her
when the wind blew and the rain fell, and looked
forward to her coming.
Her health improved at Tobermory; the winter
was fine on the whole, and she took rides and walks
over the moor. Her doctors had urged these, but
the rides were bereft of their charm, for she had to
use a side-saddle, to which she had so long been
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unaccustomed, and after her Oriental experiences she
considered it dangerous. The long walks facing the
wind on the uplands were quite to her mind, as was
the absence of distraction. For the time, too, she
surrendered her habit of late study and writing.
That winter she gave a series of practical " Talks "
to the members of the Y. W.C. A. The subjects were :
"Honour all Men," "Tit for Tat," "Clothing" (in
humility), " I'll do it TcAnorrow," " Gossip," " How
to make Home Happy." They were reminders of
duty, enlivened by story and illustration from Mrs.
Bishop's extended travels ; and notes of them survive,
from which the writer is tempted to quote, but which
she feels bound to lay aside. They were touched
with tenderness and instinct, with a sense of the
hopelessness of venturing upon the duties of life
unless aided by the Spirit of life, who wars against
the tedium, the carelessness, the waste, the indiffer-
ence of everyday life, and transmutes it into helpful
ministry, joy, beauty, and order.
Early in December Mr. Murray proposed her as a
fellow of the Royal Geographical Society, and at
first 1 a cordial welcome was extended by the fellows
present — a distinction which she valued chiefly because
of its recognition of a woman's work.
Then late in January, 1893, she left Mull, went
south to Stranraer, and lectured there on the 27th.
Her first ten days in 41 Morningside Park were
spent in bed. She wrote to Mrs. Macdonald in
February :
1 In accordance, as was supposed, with the terms of the Charter,
a few distinguished lady travellers were elected as fellows of the
R.G.S., but a somewhat bitter opposition was aroused, and at a
special meeting called to discuss the election and the whole question
it was decided to elect no more lady fellows. This, however, did
not cancel the elections already made.
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I am improving now, but am very weak, and have
not felt able to write any but business letters. The
lecture, in spite of my severe pain, went off very well,
and the audience was very large. My rooms here are
lovely, and most comfortable. My pictures are all
hung as I directed. The precious portraits and four
sketches of Tobermory face me as I write, and all my
surroundings are as they were in Walker Street.
His study table, just as he had it, is at my side. At
present these things seem a fearful mockery of my
loneliness, but perhaps they will prove soothing after
a while. There are some sweet old lines very dear
to me :
I thank Thee for the quiet rest
Thy servant taketh now,
And for the good fight foughten well,
And for his crowned brow !
You, too, give thanks for these and you can feel
that He who gave has taken away. I have my
small cares and losses and worry about them, and
you were a lesson to me with your sad, calm, sweet
face, and the steadfastness with which you were
starting on a path of pain and sacrifice, because
you believed it was the right path. ... I know of
no friend to whom I can speak of my inmost
feelings as I can to you, or about my beloved
dead ; no one whose sympathy is so always
reliable.
Mrs. Bishop stayed in Edinburgh for nearly three
months. Her papers entitled "Among the Tibetans "
appeared in The Leisure Hour for February and March,
and she was engaged with addresses and lectures
till she left for the south, the most important of
them being an address on the need of Christian
missions given in the Synod Hall on Easter Sunday,
April 2. She was taking lessons in photography as
well and was learning to print her own films.
She went south on April 19, halting at Knares-
boro' and Houghton, and reached London by May i,
going straight to Mr. and Mrs. Mathieson. She
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was at once plunged into the vortex of May meetings,
and took her full share on their platforms. On
May 9 she was presented to Queen Victoria at Her
Majesty's Drawing Room, and it may have been on
this occasion that, as the famous lady traveller kissed
her hand, the Queen said, " I am very much pleased
to see you here, Mrs. Bishop."
Mrs. Bishop wrote on April 30 in reference to the
vote of the Royal Geographical Society :
I am much astonished at the retrograde movement
of the R.G.S. Still I think it is better to exclude
women altogether than, while admitting us, to create
invidious distinctions in the membership. I suppose
that the matter will not be allowed to rest here. I
don't think that a fellowship which is chiefly a matter
of £ s. d., and is not a recognition of work done, is
worth much at any rate.
And on May 27 she continued, in reference to a
circular received on the subject :
I don't care to take any steps in the matter, as I
never took any regarding admission. Fellowship, as
it stands at present, is not a distinction and not a
recognition of work, and really is not worth taking
any trouble about. At the same time the proposed
action is a dastardly injustice to women.
When she returned to town on June i it was to
Lambeth Palace, where she spent three days, speaking
at a church meeting on the 2nd and enjoying her
brief converse with the Archbishop and his guests.
From Eastbourne, on June 6, she wrote her last
word on the R.G.S.'s action :
I am going to meet Mr. Curzon at the R.G.S. on
Tuesday or Wednesday regarding a subject on
which he can give me some helpful information. I
am amazed to see that in a letter to Saturday's Times
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my declining to read a paper for the R.G.S. has been
referred to in an inaccurate way, which makes me
ridiculous. My health was breaking down at the
time, and I could not prepare a paper, and I added
in declining in a friendly note these words as nearly
as possible : " It seems scarcely consistent in a society
which does not recognise the work of women to
ask a woman to read a paper." I never made any
claim to be a " geographer,' and I hope that none of
my friends have ever made it for me. As a traveller
and observer I have done a good deal of hard and
honest work, and may yet do more ! but I never put
forward my claim to have even that recognised by the
R.G.S. If I had thought that any use would be made
of my note I should not even have written the above.
I think it might be well if ladies were ejected, as it
would tend to a reconsideration of the qualifications
for fellowship, and possibly to a move in the direction
of having membership as a matter of election and sub-
scription, and. fellowship as a distinction.
Her whole time in England during this summer
was very restlessly spent. She wrote to Mrs. Allan
on June 30 :
Three among my visits have been specially delight-
ful— one to Mrs. Brown, another to Lambeth Palace,
and another to my cousin, Bishop Sumner. The
Drawing Room was brilliant, but it was very long,
and I was much bored. I have been at Leeds at the
request of the Archbishop to give an address on the
Syrian Christians, and am now taking a few days' rest
with some dear friends in a lovely Yorkshire home.
I return to London to receive my fellowship from the
R.G.S. and for the Prince of Wales's garden party on
the 5th.
On the evening on which her fellowship was finally
conferred Lord Dunmore read a paper on "Journey-
ings in the Pamirs and Central Asia," and Mrs. Bishop
opened the discussion afterwards. The Keswick
meetings drew her northwards about the middle of
July, and by August she was in Tobermory, where
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she prepared a series of important addresses to which
she had pledged herself. She was reading busily as
well, and the books mentioned in her diary indicate
the trend of her plans. She wrote to Mr. Murray on
August 23 :
I think of remaining here till the second week of
October. I should have liked of all things to go to
the Church Congress at Birmingham, where my father
had one of the huge parishes for nearly five years, but
think that two months of quiet are necessary. I am
thinking of going to pay a few visits in Japan next
winter, and may possibly go on to Korea ; but I am
too old for hardships and great exertions now.
CHAPTER XII
THE FAR EAST
THE last months of 1893 were so full of work and
movement that it is difficult to realise that Dr. Grainger
Stewart not only confirmed the inefficient action of
the heart, but pronounced Mrs. Bishop to be suffering
from an affection of the base of one lung, which
retarded her pulse and enfeebled her breathing. In
spite of this addition to her physical disabilities, she
spent October and November in an incessant sequence
of lectures and addresses, nearly all on missions, and
two of them to Edinburgh students.
The impression produced by one of these appearances
was so profound that it made her famous as a platform
speaker. So far she had not been widely known as
a speaker on behalf of missions, but now, says Mr.
Eugene Stock, she stepped at once to the front rank
as a missionary advocate, and this speech may rank
as perhaps her greatest contribution to the cause of
Christ for the heathen. It was an address given
(Nov. i) in Exeter Hall at the "Gleaners' Union"
anniversary meeting, which was presided over by
Bishop Hill, just before he returned to his diocese in
Western Equatorial Africa, where a few months later
he gave up his consecrated life. In the history of the
Church Missionary Society this address is mentioned as
" proclaiming Mrs. Bishop to be one of the greatest of
missionary advocates." It was printed and circulated
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MRS. BISHOP AT NEWCASTLE.
From a photograph by Lyd Sawyer,
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by thousands all over the world, and "exercised an
influence upon the public mind beyond that of any
other missionary address of the generation." Mrs.
Bishop called her address " Heathen Claims and
Christian Duty," and prefaced it most effectively by
describing her attitude as that of —
A traveller who has been made a convert to missions,
not by missionary successes, but by seeing in four and
a half years of Asiatic travelling the desperate needs
of the un-Christianised world. There was a time when
I was altogether indifferent to missions, and would
have avoided a mission-station rather than have visited
it. But the awful, pressing claim of the un-Christian-
ised nations which I have seen has taught me that the
work of their conversion to Christ is one to which one
would gladly give influence and whatever else God has
given to one.
She called upon her hearers not to rest upon the
little already effected by a few heroes, but—
To set their faces towards the wilderness, that great,
waste, howling wilderness, in which one thousand
millions of our race are wandering in darkness and
the shadow of death, without hope, being without God
in the world. The work is only beginning : we have
barely touched the fringe of it.
And then she gave a glimpse of the awful sins which
canker the whole Eastern world :
When travelling in Asia it struck me very much how
very little we had heard, how little we know, as to
how sin is enthroned, and deified, and worshipped.
There is sin and shame everywhere. Mohammedanism
is corrupt to the very core. The morals of Moham-
medan countries are corrupt, and the imagination
very wicked. How corrupt is Buddhism, how corrupt
Buddhists are ! . . . These false faiths degrade women
with an infinite degradation. The intellect is dwarfed,
while all the worst passions of human nature are
stimulated and developed in a fearful degree; jealousy,
envy, murderous hate, intrigue running to such an
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extent that, in some countries, I have hardly ever
been in a woman's house, or near a woman's tent,
without being asked for drugs with which to disfigure
the favourite wife, to take away her life, or to take
away the life of the favourite wife's infant son. This
request has been made to me nearly two hundred
times. ... It follows necessarily that there is also an
infinite degradation of men. The whole continent of
Asia is corrupt. It is the scene of barbarities, tortures,
brutal punishments, oppression, official corruption,
which is worst under Mohammedan rule ; of all things
which are the natural products of systems without
God in Christ. There are no sanctities of home ;
nothing to tell of righteousness, temperance, of judg-
ment to come ; only a fearful looking for in the future
of fiery indignation from some quarter they know not
what.
She spoke then of what sickness is to them :
If one speaks of the sins, one is bound to speak of
the sorrows too. The sorrows of heathenism impressed
me, sorrows which humanitarianism as well as
Christianity should lead us to roll away. . . . What
does sickness mean to millions of our fellow creatures
in heathen lands ? Throughout the East sickness is
believed to be the work of demons. The sick person
at once becomes an object of loathing and terror, is
Eut out of the house, is taken to an outhouse, is poorly
id, and rarely visited, or the astrologers, or priests, or
medicine men, or wizards assemble, beating big drums
and gongs, blowing horns, and making the most fearful
noises. They light gigantic fires, and dance round
them with their unholy incantations. They beat the
sick person with clubs to drive out the demon. They
lay him before a roasting fire till his skin is blistered,
and then throw him into cold water. They stuff the
nostrils of the dying with aromatic mixtures, or mud,
and in some regions they carry the chronic sufferer to a
mountain-top, placing barley-balls and water beside
him> and leave him to die alone. If there were time
I could tell you things that would make it scarcely
possible for any one beginning life without a fixed
purpose to avoid going into training as a medical
missionary.
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And then she wound up with an appeal to " Go,
Let go, Help go," that cannot easily be forgotten —
to give up what she called " the unnecessaries of life,"
to readjust, by our increased knowledge, our personal
needs and Christ's needs at the foot of the Cross.
For we hear His voice ringing down through ages of
selfishness and luxury and neglected duty, solemnly
declaring that the measure of our love for our brethren
must be nothing less than the measure of His own.
She had noticed, on her return from the East at the
end of 1890, a great increase in the private luxury of
English families — even those sincerely religious — in
the multiplication of costly personal accessories, in food,
clothing, amusements; a new luxury beginning in
the nursery, invading the school, enervating the
young, so that it was more and more difficult to win,
from the ranks of those who lived at ease, followers
of a Master who consecrated the missionaries He sent
out to poverty, danger, and toil. In alluding to this
subject she said :
May it not be that we are called to more self-
sacrifice and self-denial than we have used or are
trying to use ? Can we hear of souls perishing, as
they are perishing, and yet continue to use the silver
and gold which we constantly say are the Lord's for
other purposes— and not His? I know that reasons
are given for not giving up luxuries, and I should not
venture to condemn them in any way. ... I would
only say, regarding the oft-repeated argument, that if
people gave up these superfluities " it would be so bad
for trade," that there is one word of the Master which
very often occurs to me, " What is that to thee ?
Follow thou Me." It may be that the way of the
Cross is harder than of old, and that the steep of
Calvary— which we all must climb if we are to suffer
with Christ and to be glorified with Him— is more
rugged than of old. I know not. But always in front
passes the Master, and every step of the road of self-
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274 THE FAR EAST [CHAP, xn
denial is wet with His blood. And with that example
before us, and His promise to help us, surely we may
deny ourselves the little luxuries and many of the
little pleasures of this earthly life — for the sake of
those for whom, as for us, He died, and who are still
living in ignorance of Him. I would say no more on
this subject, because the measure of our giving and
the measure of our self-denial are questions which each
one must decide for himself or herself. But I would
venture to say that each one of us must seek to decide
them in the light of the Cross of our Lord Jesus Christ,
and as if His eye were upon us in the decision.
After her Exeter Hall address Mrs. Bishop returned
to Edinburgh, halting to give two addresses to railway-
men at York, where her cousin, Miss Lucy Bird, had
a Bible-class amongst the employes at the railway-
carriage works. By November 9 she had returned
to Morningside Park to take up a long series of similar
engagements. All this time she was quietly making
preparations for a prolonged tour. Dr. Grainger
Stewart did not forbid her travelling; he rather advised
it, although he deprecated quite so violent and sus-
tained an effort as her famous ride in Persia. She
was herself yielding to the attraction of the " Far
East," and shaped her plans for China and Japan,
with Korea expressly in view should circumstances
prove favourable.
Two days before leaving Edinburgh she was
vaccinated, and then left for final preparations in
London, where on December 18 she spent the evening
with me in my chambers in York Street. Dr. Horton
arrived about nine o'clock to see her. They had
frequently met, and had advanced in mutual under-
standing and appreciation. For two hours their con-
verse sped in that little upper room, winged with
divine love for wandering souls. At last Dr. Horton,
who was chairman of the L.M.S. that year, offered
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to give her a circular introduction to all its mis-
sionaries working in China, and wrote out, then
and there, a brief document which proved to be of
constant use to her in her travels, making her
doubly welcome at many a mission-house and
medical mission-station. Then, as she folded up the
sheet of note-paper and put it into the bag that hung
from her belt, he asked us to kneel, and prayed for her,
whether on sea or land, in peace or danger, that she
might go as God's ambassador to the East and return
having glorified His name. This was practically her
last spare evening in London before the start.
On January n, 1894, she went to Liverpool, where
Miss Cullen met her and accompanied her to the
office of the Allan Line steamers. She had money
to pay for her passage in her hand when she entered,
but found that the deck cabin was secured in the
s.s. Mongolia, and that its owners desired to treat
her as their guest, — a generous courtesy which was
often offered to her. Just before she left England
she wrote to Mrs. Allan :
I should like to have prayers made [at the Y. W.C.A.
meetings in Tobermory] for my safe return. I love
my friends and country dearly, and wish to come back
to live and die among my friends. I hope I may yet
fight my way to Aros House on stormy winter evenings.
The presentiment which dimmed her former leave-
taking overhung this departure even more fore-
bodingly, and when bidding me farewell she seemed
to be wrapped up in the sombre expectation of death
in the East. This was in strong contrast to her
heroic welcome of God's last messenger when, at
length, he stooped to bear her home.
Her route was by Halifax, through Canada, to
Vancouver's Island, and thence to Yokohama.
276 THE FAR EAST [CHAP, xn
On the long train journey to Vancouver she read
Mr. Marion Crawford's San? Ilario, Don Orsino, and
A Roman Singer. At Vancouver's Island she halted
for six days, paying visits, evading interviewers, who,
however, ran her to earth at times. The voyage to
Yokohama occupied a fortnight, and she rested only
two days after her arrival (February 19), going on
to Kobe, and giving in all ten days to Japan.
She sailed for Korea at the end of February, reach-
ing Chemulpo, the port of Seoul, on March i, for
the first of the four visits to Korea which she paid
between 1894 and 1897. This visit lasted four and a
half months, and she tells us it produced the impres-
sion that Korea was the most uninteresting country
she ever travelled in. Contrasted with her last
glimpse of Japan— its brilliant colouring, varied vege-
tation and picturesque buildings, — the brown, bare
hills of Korea looked grim and forbidding in the
sunless spring days. The general aspect of the
rolling cultivated country seemed monotonous, being
without wood except orchards and spindly pines,
and the hillsides much taken up with graves ; and
Mrs. Bishop missed the beauty of form and fine gates,
temples, and walls which give dignity to a landscape.
She wrote to Mr. Murray :
Korea took less hold on me than any country I
ever travelled in. It is monotonous in every way,
and the Koreans seem the dregs of a race — indolent,
cunning, limp, and unmanly.
This, however, was only her first impression, and,
later on, she had to admit that the people were well
endowed mentally and not bad-looking, and she came
to find beauty, fascination, and weird picturesqueness
in the country, specially when idealised by the
unrivalled atmosphere of the Korean winter. Soon,
THE HERMIT PEOPLE 277
too, the interesting political situation which began to
develop this winter gripped her. Korea had been
for centuries under the suzerainty of China, which
repelled investigation, and it was only by the treaties
of 1883 that the land of the "hermit nation" was
opened to the world. For some years now Japan
had been penetrating it with its influence : the ancient
monarchy was struggling to maintain its identity, in
face of a host of disintegrating influences, and a crisis
was fast approaching.
Mrs. Bishop spent a week at Chemulpo, in the
island-studded estuary of the River Han, and upwards
of a month at the capital, Seoul, with "its palaces
and slums, its unspeakable meanness and faded
splendours, its purposeless white-clad crowds, and its
mediaeval processions, which for barbaric splendour
cannot be matched on earth." She was generously
entertained and assisted by Mr. McLeavy Brown, the
able head of the Korean Customs, by the Russian
and other European Ministers, and the missionaries ;
and she not only saw a great deal of the life and
work of Anglican and Presbyterian missions, medical
and otherwise, but she took many photographs
and collected notes which laid the foundations
of her knowledge of the country. She writes to
Mr. Murray:
Photographing has been an intense pleasure. I
began too late ever to be a photographer, and have
too little time to learn the technicalities of the art;
but I am able to produce negatives which are faithful,
though not artistic, records of what I see. When I
landed in Korea, I intended to write upon it; but I
do not think that, looked at from my point of view,
it would make an interesting book. I did not write
any journal-letters, and have only careful notes and
memories. Everywhere people urged me to write,
but I doubt my powers.
278 THE FAR EAST [CHAP, xn
She did, however, send some letters on Korea to
the St. James's Gazette, and these were copied into the
Anglo-Chinese and Anglo-Japanese papers, and were
translated into Japanese, appearing in many native
newspapers. As they treated of the extraordinary
influence of Japan in Korea and its introduction of
" western leaven" to the bewildered " hermit people,"
they were naturally most interesting to the new
power in the East.
Mrs. Bishop had written no diary-letters because
Miss Clayton, whom she left very ill, died in April.
For thirty-five years Miss Clayton had been almost
a mother to her. "She shared with my sister my
former letters, and to her my Persian letters were
written. Nothing remains to return to in England
now." This loss snapped Mrs. Bishop's strongest tie
to England, and she now felt free to linger in the East.
Accordingly she started on a voyage eastwards, up
the River Han, in a sampan or native boat. Her
account of this voyage forms her special contribution
to the exploration of Korea, as no European travellers
up the river had recorded their observations; and it
was certainly the most attractive part of her Korean
travel. She found it impossible to get a reliable
interpreter or make up a caravan, and, after five
weeks of abortive attempts, feeling very ill, she was
just going to Japan, when Mr. Miller, a young Presby-
terian missionary, with the cordial consent of his
brethren, offered to go too, taking a Korean servant to
help him out with the language. The little boat was
her home for five weeks; the crew consisted of its
owner, " Kim," and his hired man, and she had a
capital Chinese servant of Bishop Corfe's, named
Wong.
She explored both the southern and the northern
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branches of the Han River, which intersects Korea. Its
beauty delighted her ; the people inhabiting the large
villages on its banks, though extremely ill-mannered,
were more interesting than the sodden and stupid
dwellers in Seoul. Trees and flowers were at their
loveliest, and insects and birds most brilliant. Though,
as she says, " the bad accommodation and aggressive
and intolerable curiosity of the people gave Korean
travel such a very seamy side that it would not suit
the globe-trotter," yet her spirits revived under the
influences of novelty, discomfort, hourly perplexities.
She was once more "beyond the pale," with nature
and human nature unknown, and therefore teeming
with possibilities that comfortable legations could
not provide, however anxious to entertain her. Her
descriptions betray this revival of her whole being,
this joie de vivre in the wilderness.
The scenery varied hourly, and after the first days
became not only beautiful, but in places magnificent
and full of surprises; the trees were in their early
vividness of green and gold ; the flowers and flowering
shrubs were in blossom ; the crops at their most
attractive stage of tender colouring ; birds sang in the
thickets ; rich fragrances were wafted from the banks ;
here and there red cattle fed knee-deep in abounding
grass ; the waters of the Han, nearly at their lowest,
were clear as crystal, and their broken sparkle flashed
back the sunbeams which passed through a sky as
blue as that of Tibet.
Her observant eyes noted the flowers great and
small, whether climbing about trees and rocks, or
carpeting the sward beneath groves of chestnuts,
maples, and limes. Thus, where forests mantled the
mountains, she espied :
Marigolds, buttercups, scentless white and purple
violets, yellow violas, white aconite, lady's slipper,
280 THE FAR EAST [CHAP, xn
hawkweed, camomile, red and white dandelions,
guelder roses, wygelias, mountain peonies, martagon
and tiger lilies, gentians, pink spirea, yellow day-lilies,
white honeysuckle, irises, and many others.
She often walked on the banks, while the sampan
was poled up the rapids, and found the people a little
too inquisitive and sometimes hostile. Indeed,
Mr. Miller had to knock down one cowardly youth
who kicked her. She contrived a tiny " dark room "
on her boat and developed her photographs. She
describes her doings as follows :
Visiting villages and small towns, climbing to ridges
bordering the Han to get a view of fertile and populous
valleys, conversing with and interrogating the people
through Mr. Miller and his servant, taking geographi-
cal notes, temperatures, altitudes, barometric readings,
and measurements of the river, collecting and drying
plants, photographing and developing negatives under
difficulties, were occupations which made up busy and
interesting days.
Only one letter written on the river is available.
It was addressed to Miss Cullen and dated May 4 :
This morning, before I was up, I was soused to the
skin in bed in a very bad rapid, through your Jersey
and double Shetland shawl, my other garments, and
my blankets. . . . We have been travelling three
weeks, six people in a flat-bottomed punt, with a mat
roof 4 ft. 6 in. high at the ridge pole. Though very
rough and precarious as to food, the boat-life is easy
and good for my health. Can you imagine my poling
in an emergency, or even taking a hand in hauling up
the rapids ?
The sampan voyage ended at Pack-kiu-mi, where
Mrs. Bishop and Mr. Miller got ponies and grooms for
themselves and their servants, and rode north, over
the lovely Diamond Mountains with their grand views,
to the Eastern treaty port of Wonson, on the Sea of
Japan. The journey took a fortnight, and was broken
mi in nil
\ CANYON IN THE DIAMOND MOUNTAINS.
From a photograph by Mrs. Bishop.
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by wretched nights in filthy and comfortless Korean
inns. The bridle tracks were infamous, the bridges
rotten, the occasional roads deep in dust or mud.
Now and then, the grooms were panic-stricken and
yelled with terror, beating the peasants who, at night,
showed them the way with torches. Then Mrs. Bishop
knew that they had " tiger on the brain." The ride
and the glorious views were memorable ; so, too, were
the adventures. Mountain torrents, she says, boomed
and crashed, the vivid green woods were filled with
white and yellow blossoms and heavy sweet odours.
At a little distance, the squalid villages, with their deep-
eaved brown houses, massed amongst orchards, or on
gentle slopes, added life to the scene, and " the men in
their queer white clothes and dress hats with their
firm tread, and the bundled-up women with a straggling
walk and long staffs, brought round with a semi-circular
swing at every step, were adjuncts one could not
dispense with." Distant panoramas unfolded them-
selves— billows of hilly woodland, backed by a jagged
mountain wall with lofty pinnacles 6,000 ft. high. Then,
in a calm retreat, a small green semi-circular plateau
walled round with rocky precipices, they came on the
Chang-an Sa, the Temple of Eternal Rest, the most
ancient of the Korean Buddhist monasteries, dating
from the sixth century. This great pile of temple
buildings, with deep curved roofs, is secluded from
the outer world by snow, for four months of the year.
The monks were very friendly, courteous, and hos-
pitable. They invited her to their midnight service,
and instructed Mr. Miller in the use of the mystic
syllables which they recited as they told their beads.
They gave up to her one of their own oven-like cells,
where the heat of the floor, warmed by some system of
chauffage centrale, was so great that it melted the
282 THE FAR EAST [CHAP. XH
candles in her boxes and turned some sugar candy to
molasses. In spite of the heat, she was entreated not
to leave her window open at night, for fear of the
tigers, which appeared to be by no means so entirely
creations of her groom's brain as she was at first
inclined to believe. She ended by crediting the tales
of their existence and depredations and in accepting
the rough local division of Koreans into "those who
hunt the tiger and those whom the tiger hunts." The
monks shared with her their fare, which, as they were
strict vegetarians, consisted entirely of honey and
nuts. But though their manners were mild, and their
graceful, gentle hospitality was a pleasant contrast to
the arrogance and self-conceited impertinence of the
Confucians, and though Mrs. Bishop felt that some of
them were truly sincere in their devotions, yet, she
says, there was no blinking the fact that their morals
were abominable and their ignorance so unbounded
that they knew nothing of the history and tenets of
their creed. Indeed, faith in Buddhism, once so
powerful, seemed hardly to exist in Korea. Three
centuries back it had been disestablished ; and though
Confucianism was the official cult, yet, Mrs. Bishop
says, the entire absence of priests and temples and
religious observance would lead a hasty observer to
put the Koreans down as a people without religion ;
the religious faculty seemed entirely absent. The
whole population was, however, in complete bondage
to the worship of demons whom they believed to
inhabit earth, air, and sky, every tree, ravine, spring,
or mountain crest, and to find a lodgment on every
roof, chimney, beam, jar, or shelf. This belief, the only
one he had, kept the Korean in a state of perpetual
nervous terror, and added much to the misery pro-
duced by a hopelessly corrupt government.
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Indifference to Korea and its people was yielding, in
Mrs. Bishop's mind, to interest, and by the time she
reached Wonson she was planning a tour in the
northern section of the peninsula. Wonson, Mrs. Bishop
found one of the most attractive of the Treaty Ports ;
it is in a corner of Broughton Bay, and sixteen
miles from Port Lazarief, the northern arm of this
fine harbour which Russia was said to covet for the
terminus of the Trans-Siberian Railway. In this
neat, trim little town, with its background of fine
mountains, dignified with snow during seven months
of the year, Mrs. Bishop was for twelve days the guest
of Mr. and Mrs. Gale, cultivated American Presbyterian
missionaries. It is in sharp contrast to the wilderness
out of which she had come and to the turmoil into which
she was about to be plunged — to picture her reading
Dante with Mr. Gale and enjoying the intellectual
effort which the Divina Commedia demands. Part
of the time here, she gave to junk excursions along the
north-east coast, and these led her to the conclusion
that Wonson would form a better starting-point for
her autumnal exploration than Seoul.
Here, she first heard of the Tong-hak rising, the
" Oriental " rebellion against Western reforms, in
southern Korea. This did not, however, seem to
be important enough to interfere with her plans, and,
storing all her travelling gear with the Gales, she
left by sea, intending to go for a week to Seoul and
then for the summer to Japan. But when she reached
Chemulpo, on June 21, a very exciting state of things
revealed itself which altered the situation completely.
A Japanese fleet was in the harbour and a Japanese
army on shore. Though only two hours had elapsed
since 6,000 troops landed, the arrangements were
perfectly orderly and quiet. There was no swagger,
284 THE FAR EAST [CHAP, xn
but the mannikins — as she calls them — were obviously
in Korea for a purpose which they meant to accom-
plish.' Under the pretext of protecting Japanese sub-
jects from the Tong-hak rising, the dwarf battalions, a
miracle of rigid discipline and good behaviour, were
soon steadily tramping to Seoul.
It was the beginning of that movement against
China which revealed not only the diplomatic address
of Japan, but its skill in the science and craft of war.
Here in Korea the island nation had with one blow
" outwitted China." Every one was completely be-
wildered. Mr. Wilkinson, the Vice-Consul for Great
Britain, called on Mrs. Bishop almost immediately,
and warned her she must leave that night. It was a
serious blow to her plans and to her personal comfort.
Her luggage and money were at Seoul, whither the
Japanese were marching. She had nothing but the
clothing she wore — a suit of blue tweed, stained and
worn with use in the sampan and on horseback — and
in her purse there was only money enough to pay
for her passage to Chefoo, the first port of call of a
Japanese steamer which was on the point of leaving.
But there was no appeal ; and she reluctantly yielded,
and left that night in the Higo Maru, without so much
as enough to pay for a jinrikisha when she landed at
Chefoo. She walked up in the heat to the British
Consulate, feeling for the first time in her life a
quivering sense of sympathy with the unfortunate
whose lack of all things thrusts them back upon
mendicancy. She had neither passport nor letters of
introduction — they were in the bank at Seoul; her
dress was very shabby; she fancied that the porter
eyed her with suspicion. " I have felt a far tenderer
sympathy with the penniless, especially the educated
penniless, ever since," she wrote. Mr. Clement Allen,
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the Consul, took in the situation at once, met her with
the heartiest welcome, and set about remedying her
immediate needs without delay. He took her to the
bank, vouched for her, introduced her to several
ladies, who supplied her with summer clothing, and
accompanied her back to the Higo Maru^ which
brought her (June 27) to Newchang, in Chinese
Manchuria.
This dreary, solitary-looking place of mud and
muddy water, was the great trade-port of one of
the most prosperous provinces of the empire. The
British Consul and his wife, Mr. and Mrs. Lowndes
Bullock, gave her a warm and reassuring reception,
and she stayed with them till July 4, providing herself
with a new outfit. The heat was terrible, rain fell in
torrents, and mud was the unforgettable external
feature of Newchang; but the kindness she received
soothed and restored her, and its memory was ever
afterwards treasured in her heart.
In spite of rumours of an extensive inundation, she
started with Wong, on July 4, up the River Liau for
Mukden, in one of the long and narrow pea-boats,
with matting roof and one huge sail, which bring
down, from the interior, the beans, the raison d'etre of
Newchang. The country was so deeply flooded that
the boat steered across the inundated swamps, thus
avoiding many twistings and turnings of the river.
But even so the voyage lasted a week, and unhappily
the boat was becalmed in a malarial swamp, where
Mrs. Bishop was seized by a severe attack of fever,
aggravated by mosquitoes. Later on violent tempests
tore the slight covering of the roof into strips, so that
she was soaked through and through by torrents of
rain. Crops and villages were swept away, and where
they had been the pea-boat sailed, and she saw on
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either hand the ruined villagers clinging to trees and
to the walls of their wrecked farmhouses. This
desolation was increased by a tremendous rush of
water, where the river-bank had given way. " There
was a muddy rolling sea, a black sky dark with
tremendous rain, and the foliage of trees with sub-
merged trunks was alone suggestive of even vegetable
life and of the villages which had been destroyed by
the devouring waters."
Fate always seemed to time her arrival at the very
crises of calamity, excitement, danger, wherever she
went. Such floods had not been known for genera-
tions; and the plain so wrecked had been a week
earlier the very garden of Manchuria, growing millet,
wheat, barley, mulberry-trees, tobacco, beans, and the
opium poppy.
Even worse was her fortune when Wong hired a
cart to convey her into Mukden. There were but
three miles to traverse after landing ; but she was so
ill she felt she would rather die than make another
effort, and to travel in an unameliorated Chinese cart,
on an infamous road, was agony. The road was in an
appalling state — deeply rutted, dangerous with tree-
roots, quagmires, and ditches. The climax was an
upset over a bank, the mules following the cart, so
that she found herself " in the roof with the cameras
on the top of me and my right arm twisted under
me, a Chinese crowd to see the ' foreign devil,' a vague
impression of disaster in my somewhat dazed brain,
and Wong raging at large ! "
Soon, however, she was transported to a large
shady bedroom in the house of Dr. Ross, the senior
Scotch missionary of Mukden, restored to peace and
comfort by Mrs. Ross's skilful ministration, and a
time of dreamy restfulness. But her arm-bone was
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splintered and its tendons were torn, so that Dr.
Christie, the medical missionary, came for a week
twice and thrice a day, and finally removed her to
his own house. She recovered quickly, and was able
to give an address at the church on July 22 ; but for
long her journal-entries bear witness to the difficulty
which she experienced in writing, and she could not
use her needle at all. When she was able she accumu-
lated statistics, and photographed all that interested
her in the town. Mukden, the great centre of the
Chinese trade in fur and wheat, impressed her as
the most civilised and agreeable of Chinese cities.
Encircled by a wall of beaten clay eleven miles in
extent, it stands in the midst of an immense alluvial
plain, bearing superb crops and sprinkled with farms
embowered in trees, and with low blue hills limiting
the horizon. Here, she had exceptional guides in
Dr. Ross and Dr. Christie, whose mission had been
established twenty-two years, and who had spared no
pains to study Chinese proprieties and courtesies, and
were therefore on good terms with the authorities,
and, so far as the splendid hospital and medical school
were concerned, were supported by General Tso and
many of the philanthropic mandarins.
Mrs. Bishop was much interested in what she saw
of the work done here, and, speaking at a meeting in
1901, referred to it :
I broke my arm at the entrance to Mukden, and was
taken, with that kindness which never fails in mission-
houses, to Dr. Christie's house to have my arm cured.
And there, every day, and not once in a day only, there
were deputations of men coming to Dr. Christie's and
Dr. Ross's houses asking for Christian teachers.
They knew something of the Bible, purchased from
the colporteurs — all men of approved Christian char-
acter, well-instructed men — who travelled throughout
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Manchuria selling Bibles in whole or in part, and,
halting, stayed in the villages giving instruction in the
Scriptures. . . . One sees a Chinese colporteur start
sometimes with a large pack on his own back, or if the
district is likely to be one in which Bibles will be
readily sold, with a coolie with another pack. He
comes to a Chinese town, or large village : the people
see his books, and crowd round him. The Chinese,
as you know, have a great reverence for the printed
page. Everywhere they value it and reverence it ; and
in the towns rich Chinese keep men with bamboo
baskets going through the streets collecting the scraps
of written paper in the bamboo baskets, and gathering
them into stone shrines, which have a fire in them,
and in which these are reverently burned, to prevent
them being trampled under foot and from falling into
careless hands or the mouths of dogs. This great
reverence for the written page is fortunately uniyersal.
The colporteur stands in the largest space in the
city that he can find, and he opens his pack and sells
. . . and as the books are sold cheap, they come within
the means of almost the humblest coolie. . . . He is
not content, however, with mere selling. These col-
porteurs are men who have been instructed by the
Christian missionaries of the various missionary bodies,
and have been taught how to teach. They can refer
to passages in the Scriptures, and also to passages in
the Chinese classics, which are always successful in
securing an audience. . . . And so the colporteur is
practically a missionary.
But, though the favourable reception given to
Christianity is one of the features of Mukden, Mrs.
Bishop's time here was not devoid of other interests,
for the weeks she spent in Mukden were full of war
rumours and excitement. The Koreans had appealed
to China for help against the Tong-haks and against
the Japanese, who, a month after Mrs. Bishop left
Korea, had captured the palace at Seoul and made
the king practically a prisoner. By the beginning of
August, hordes of undisciplined Manchu troops from
North China, on their way overland to Korea, were
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pouring through Mukden at the rate of a thousand
a day. They were animated by a bitter anti-foreign
feeling, and this culminated at Lian-yang, forty miles
away, in the murder of Mr. Wylie, a Scotch missionary.
In Mukden itself the war ferment was increased, and
after General Tso left — with the army of five thousand
splendidly drilled Chinese troopers who were all to
perish with him on the battlefield of Pyong-yang— a
kind of anarchy ensued, aggravated by the hatred
between Manchus and Chinese ; the lives of foreigners
were jeopardised, and it was imperative that Mrs.
Bishop should leave Mukden. On August 20, hurried
at the end by excessive apprehension, she was carried
in a chair to the river, and embarked in a junk, rain-
proof and more comfortable than the pea-boat. Her
missionary friends left Mukden rather later.
The weather was fine when she started, but the end
of her five days' voyage was in torrents of rain. She
reached the consulate at Newchang in better trim
than on her former arrival there, and stayed a few
days with Mr. and Mrs. Lowndes Bullock, taking the
steamer to Chefoo on the last day of August. She
spent a fortnight at Chefoo, where a happy and
unexpected event cheered her greatly. Her luggage
left at Seoul, and the money banked there, reached her
on September 9, so that she had the comfort of her
own personal belongings once more, and could ven-
ture by the Peiho River to Tientsin, en route for
Peking.
At Tientsin [she wrote to Miss Cullen] ... I gave
an address to the women in the native chapel, Mr.
King interpreting, and an address on "Other Missions "
to the fifty missionaries at Tientsin, at Mr. Murray's.
I went over Dr. Smith's hospital with him. ... I see
more and more how piteous and fatal to missions
is the laying hands suddenly on men or women to
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please others, or for their fathers' sake. Some of the
missions are in an appalling state.
On the 2ist she started, with Mr. Norman1 and two
other missionaries, on the last two stages of her
voyage to Peking, where her headquarters were at
the British Legation. Naturally she arrived on the
verge of a crisis. Sir Robert Hart was uneasy,
and requested all English residents to leave. A
Japanese invasion was expected. Her stay in Peking
therefore was cut short, and she returned to Chefoo
by stages.
The weather was lovely. She longed to go to
Korea ; but the suspense and foreboding of war made
it wiser to accept an offer of a berth in a small German
steamer called the Swatow, bound for Vladivostock.
This promised at least a glimpse of Siberia and
Russian Manchuria, and she hoped to investigate
the condition of the Korean immigrants who had
taken shelter there under the Russian flag. Wong
returned for three weeks to her service, helped her
to pack and to arrange her luggage, and everybody
was kind and helpful. But the Swatow lingered, and
she did not go on board till November 2. Fortunately
the weather was glorious, and she could take long
walks, photograph, and recover from her Mukden
disaster. She wrote to Miss Cullen (October 26) :
I had given up all hope of seeing my travelling
gear again and of going to Siberia. The Swatow is
a little steamer with one cabin, and I shall be her only
passenger ! I feel so rich and superabounding ! I
have got 150 silver dollars, a bed, blankets, curtains,
saddle, and every carefully considered necessary-
furs and gear for a cold climate, portable soup and
ambrosial tea, and heaps of things I don't need after
1 The Rev. H. V. Norman, of the S.P.G. North China Mission, who
was murdered by the Boxers at Yung Ch'ing (June 3, 1900).
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the penury and lack of necessaries for four months !
Now I hope to sail for Vladivostock in five days, with
a well-selected outfit, and to remain in Siberia for six
weeks, till ice closes the harbour. I hope to get into
the interior. Somehow, I rather like the thought of
this journey. It will give me the complete change
of climate which the doctors say is the only thing to
cure the malarial fever from which I have suffered
without ceasing since the first week in July. I shall
be in absolutely new surroundings and in circum-
stances in which I have never been before, and shall
see something of a growing and remarkable part of the
great Russian Empire.
The Siberian winter will set in while I am there,
and there will be snow and storm, and perhaps I shall
see the Gilgaks and Fish-skin Tartars, and possibly
even the Amur ! I have a special recommendation
from the Home Department in St. Petersburg. All
these months I have been wearying to travel again ;
but even apart from the war, I could not travel
without my bed and gear. I have to leave good,
faithful Wong behind here.
When she reached Vladivostock (November 10)
after a stormy journey, the hills that surround its
superb harbour were powdered with snow, and a
snow-storm, two days later, covered the wooded
islands, the wooded bays and wooded hills — which
with their deep and sheltered channels bewilder the
stranger — with snow eighteen inches deep. The whole
aspect recalled rather Nova Scotia, with its deep
blue water, than Asia. Her headquarters were with
Mr. George Smith and his wife, trusted friends of the
Russian Governor, and therefore influential on her
behalf. After a few days, all obstacles to her intended
expeditions disappeared. In these circumstances, the
impression made upon her was one of good govern-
ment and prosperity, though she noted the utter
stagnation of thought on all the most interesting
subjects.
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Of the Russian officials, both military and civil, she
writes with grateful appreciation :
They are beyond all description charming, cour-
teous, hospitable, helpful, doing everything that
kindness can do to further my projects.
Obstacles of nature, however, still remained to impede
her journeys by steamer, tarantass, and sledge to visit
the Korean immigrants, for, as she wrote to Miss
Cullen, the River Tumen on the north-east Korean
frontier fairly baffled her ; the horses refused to ford
it, and she was " beaten back, although aided by the
whole military strength of Russia in that region ! "
However, she satisfied herself of the prosperity of
the Korean settlements. Cleanliness was enforced, a
certain conformity to Christianity made profitable, an
honest administration and safety for their earnings
were secured to them ; and the Koreans, whom she
had considered the dregs of a race, became prosperous
farmers, with an excellent reputation for industry
and good character.
Another excursion was to the frontier of Chinese
Manchuria. Here a reign of terror prevailed owing
to the thousands of undisciplined Manchu troops at
large. She did not succeed in reaching the Amur.
Perhaps the most interesting of all her expeditions
was to Ussuri, by the Trans-Siberian Railway. The
extremely finished nature of this magnificent enter-
prise, built for futurity, much impressed her, and she
foretold an immense increase in the drift of population
to Eastern Siberia and the commercial success of the
colossal undertaking.
She left for Nagasaki (Dec. 10) just a month
after her landing at Vladivostock. Thence she jour-
neyed to Osaka, and she remained there, or at Kioto,
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till the end of the year. She gave up all thought
of returning to England, and planned an extended
missionary tour in China to follow on a brief residence
at Seoul. Early therefore in January, 1895, she
landed, after a very stormy passage, in Chemulpo.
Here she found the Chinese quarter deserted and
Japan very much in the ascendant, the roads safe,
and the Japanese pegging out a railway. She tells
Miss Cullen :
I rode up to Seoul [Jan. 7], twenty-five miles, alone,
in slight snow, being cared for at a military post
halfway by some Japanese soldiers. If I receive a
tenth part as warm a welcome in England as I have
done in Korea on returning I should be glad ! I am
staying with Mr. Hillier, the British representative
[now Sir Walter Hillier, K.C.M.G.], and find the new
regime wonderfully, absorbingly interesting, and I have
all facilities for studying it. The weather is superb ;
the severe cold suits me. I have freedom, and you
know how I love that ! I have a Korean soldier of
the Legation Guard to go out with me and carry my
camera, and a horse, and a charming host. I study
diplomatic reports, hear all I can, and am very sorry
that I shall have to go as soon as a steamer or gun-
boat for Nagasaki turns up. I am utterly steeped in
the East. I think, take it altogether, that this journey
is wider and more absorbing in its interests than any
I have ever had. I am so thankful for my capacity
for being interested. What would my lonely life be
without it ?
Then to Mr. Murray, a week later, she endorsed
this growing interest in Korea : " Korea has taken
more hold on me in a week now than in five
months before."
She continued :
I hope to return later. Instead of going home this
spring, I have decided to remain for this year in the
Far East. I find it quite impossible to tear myself
away. Possibly when the heat sets in I may repent;
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but my health has been so much better for the five
months of winter cold, and I have been able to ride
and walk as much as a person half my age could ! I
purpose to go to Swatow and the Hakka country, and
then to work my way northwards in China. Beyond
that I have no plans. The transition state in Korea
is most interesting. I daresay you have seen my
letters in the Si James's Gazette.
The letters to the St. James's Gazette here alluded
to attracted, as the editor told her, great and in-
fluential attention. He added :
Your energy has placed the St. James's Gazette ahead
of all its rivals, so far as full and accurate information
from the seat of war in the East is concerned.
Mrs. Bishop's five weeks in Seoul were full of
activity, and the security which her host's care lent
to her movements made them a succession of charm-
ing hospitalities, from all quarters, rather than a time
of solitary self-dependence and strenuous exertion.
Having a pony and soldier at her disposal, she saw
the city in all its windings and turnings, the beautiful
country outside the gates, and several royal tombs, with
their fine trees and avenues of stately stone figures.
At the King's suggestion she went to photograph
parts of the old and new palaces, long closed to
foreigners, with half a regiment of soldiers as a guard
of honour.
She also assisted at a singular ceremony when the
King, after much pressure from Japan, formally re-
nounced, under circumstances of great solemnity, the
suzerainty of China, and declared the independence of
Korea. The royal procession followed the long road
from the Palace between lines of Korean cavalry, who
turned their faces to the wall and their backs and their
ponies' tails to the King, and proceeded to a dark pine
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wood ; and here, under the shadow of the most sacred
altar in Korea, and in the presence of vast and silent
crowds of white-robed, black-hatted men, who had
fasted and mourned for two previous days, he swore,
by the spirits of his ancestors, to establish the reforms
proposed by Japan. Subsequently, Mrs. Bishop had
four very interesting audiences with the King and
Queen, in the quaint and beautiful Kymg-Pok Palace.
The Queen, who was credited with intriguing against
Japan, possessed singular political influence, and ex-
erted a strong sway over the weak-kneed King and
others. In these interviews she was usually the
spokeswoman, and impressed Mrs. Bishop vividly by
her brilliant intelligence and force, and her grace and
charming manner. With her glossy raven hair and keen
bright eyes, she looked very well in a handsome full
gown of mazarine blue, a full-sleeved bodice of crimson
and blue, girdled and clasped with crimson and coral
tassels. In a strictly private audience, which lasted
over an hour, the King and Queen discussed the
political situation with dignity and propriety, asked
Mrs. Bishop many questions respecting the friendship
of England's Queen for "poor Korea," and added, with
touching simplicity, " England is our best friend."
Before she left Seoul, the King and Queen sent her
some beautiful and valuable gifts, amongst them two
inlaid cabinets bound and decorated with wrought
brass. On February 4 she left for Chemulpo, walking
part of the way. At Mapu, she got into the jinr&isJta
which had been following with her box, but the
clumsy runner overturned it backwards, and the fall
injured her spine so severely that she felt its effects all
the spring and summer. A week's rest at Chemulpo
was necessary, but on the i2th she went on board the
Higo Maru for Nagasaki, where she stayed ten days
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with Mr. and Mrs. Fuller, and on the igth gave an
address on " Korea and Manchuria."
Three days later she embarked on the Empress
of Japan for Hong Kong, to visit Bishop and
Mrs. Burdon. On the way, while the steamer
was anchored at the mouth of the Yangtze, an
accumulation of letters reached her from Shanghai.
She had almost given up hope of hearing from home,
and her letters thither were full of appeals for the
long-delayed news which she so eagerly desired,
and this great packet overwhelmed her with delight.
Two whole days she spent on board the steamer
reading and answering letters. She reached the
" Bishop's Palace" at Hong Kong, in tropical heat, on
the 2/th, and found there a gathering of missionaries
— " Muirheads, Moules, Pruens, Mrs. Stewart, Miss
Wedderburn" — but she was too ill to sit up after
dinner, and needed two people to help her out of
her chair. In a letter to Miss Cullen, dated March i,
she wrote :
I have no plans after Hangchow and Shanghai. I
have seen a paper on myself in Dr. Peirson's Review,
for which I am very sorry, as it has completely shaken
my faith in the accuracy of the statements made there.
I send you a note of those which are altogether untrue.
The religious papers are very much to blame for their
careless statements.
In spite of her bad health she lectured twice in
Hong Kong, the first time on " Korea," at the City
Hall, to a crowded audience ; the second time to the
Hong Kong Literary Society upon " Lesser Tibet."
Her plans were taking shape in the direction of what
was practically a tour of inspection of missionary
agencies, and her hosts set her on the way by
accompanying her to Swatow, and by commending
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her to all the C.M.S. missionaries. She bore creden-
tials, therefore, to the four great Protestant missions
in China — the Church Missionary Society, the London
Missionary Society, the Chinese Inland Mission, and
the Presbyterian Mission. Much of this tour was
made by steamer or house-boat, the land parts chiefly
in a chair. She travelled alone, but was welcomed
at consulate or mission-house wherever she halted.
She went by Swatow — where Mr. Mackenzie secured
a snapshot of her, as she arranged a group of natives
to be photographed — to Wukingfu, Amoy,and Foochow
to Shanghai. Thence she travelled in a two-storeyed
open-sterned boat to Hangchow, through country
most attractive in the first flush of spring, where great
lilac clusters of wistaria overhung the water, and
through ancient waterways of large cities— with deep
eaves, overhanging balconies, steep stone bridges and
flights of stairs. She was much impressed with Dr.
Main's Hospital, Hangchow, and, speaking in 1897,
she said : " It is a credit to a distinctly Christian
agency, such as the Church Missionary Society, to
be the possessor of the finest hospital in the East,"
and adding, " By the influence of Dr. Main a great
many of the mandarins of Hangchow, and even the
Viceroy of the province himself, have been won over
to some sympathy with Western civilisation and to
a belief in the superiority of Western medicine."
Mrs. Main writes of this visit :
My first introduction to Mrs. Bishop was in 1895,
when she visited us here in Hangchow. Having
known my husband in Edinburgh, where he studied
medicine, and being deeply interested in medical
missions, she came to see the work in which we are
engaged. We found her most interesting and greatly
enjoyed her visit, which lasted about ten days. Yet it
was no easy matter to give her all the information she
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sought. We felt bound to give up our time almost
entirely to her ; she needed and absorbed all our atten-
tion, and the only drawback was this difficulty of giving
her sufficient time. One thing that much impressed
me was the minimum of baggage that accompanied
her on her travels. Her powers of endurance and
capacity to "rough it "were to us marvellous, but it
was the secret of her getting about so easily as she
did. She had a wonderful facility in making herself
understood by the Chinese, though she did not know
their language. She was a most enthusiastic photo-
grapher, yielding to the fascination and excitement of
developing her plates and toning her prints at night,
midnight, and even early morning. She gave me my
first lesson in photography, and was as pleased as
could be to teach me how to develop, which she told
me in the " dark room " was the most interesting part
of it all. Her interest in medical mission work was
very keen and wide-awake, and not least in China, a
country which — she told us — had quite "captivated
and enthralled her." She was a great stimulus to
us in our work here ; her letters have been most
sympathetic, and we feel her loss as that of a true
and good friend.
From Hangchow she went on, by canal and river,
to the ancient historic town of Shao Hsing, with its
beautiful environs, and the Rev. W. Gilbert Walshe
says of her visit here :
1 had the honour of entertaining Mrs. Bishop for a
short period at Shao-hing. She proposed to stay for
a night only ; but finding the city and neighbourhood
full of interest, she consented to prolong her visit for
nearly a week. It was characteristic of her spirit of
independence that she declined all offer of escort,
although the journey involved a long and disagreeable
chair-ride from Hangchow to Si-hing, occupying
several hours, and a night journey by boat, and her
only companions on the latter were the Chinese boat-
men, who, of course, did not understand a word of
English. An amusing incident took place en route.
Mrs. Bishop, who had been provided with provision
for the journey bv her Hangchow friends, had her
evening meal in the boat, and handed the remains
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of the chicken to the boatmen, who, supposing she
required it to be carved in Chinese fashion for con-
venience of transport from dish to mouth by " chop-
sticks," soon brought it back to her, duly minced into
fragments with a cleaver, and Mrs. Bishop had the
utmost difficulty in persuading them that she had eaten
enough barbarian fashion, and that she wished them
to have the remainder.
Her visit to me was very interesting, in every way.
I introduced to her notice some new features of interest
daily, and her stock of photographic plates soon came
to an end in her endeavour to secure lasting pictures
of the ancient buildings and monuments with which
our city abounds. She usually rode in a sedan chair
on her expeditions, and, though generally very much
exhausted when the close of the day came, she ap-
peared to be tireless so long as anything of interest
remained to claim her attention. She was very easy
to entertain, and my bachelor establishment had no
difficulty in supplying her wants, so long as she was
provided with indigestible things in the way of pastry.
She generally breakfasted in her room, and rose late,
retiring at night about n p.m. apparently quite worn
out ; but she always had sufficient reserve of strength
to occupy an extra hour or two in the development of
her photographs. She carried a folding-chair specially
constructed to support her back when she sat; this
chair was broken when she arrived at Shao-hing, and
she was surprised and delighted to find that the in-
genuity of our local Chinese carpenter was quite equal
to the task of repairing it. A special fancy of hers
was the study of our local flora and fauna, and new
varieties of trees and shrubs were her particular
delight. Her absolute unconsciousness of fear was a
remarkable characteristic ; and even in remote places,
where large crowds assembled to witness her photo-
graphic performances, she never seemed in the least
to realise the possibility of danger. Had she done so,
she would have missed a great deal of what she saw
and learned. On more than one occasion I was con-
scious of a feeling of nervousness, though I flattered
myself that I knew something of the character of the
people among whom I lived ; but even in the face of
the largest and noisiest crowds, Mrs. Bishop proceeded
with her photography and her observations as calmly
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as if she were inspecting some of the Chinese exhibits
in the British Museum.
On her return to the coast, via Ningpo, I insisted
on escorting her by canal to the river, where a house-
boat was to await her ; but she entirely declined to
accept any further attention, and I reluctantly took
leave of her there, with a journey of two days before
her, to be accomplished without any companionship.
I shall never forget the picture of the white-haired
lady sitting alone in the front of the boat, as she
waved her farewells — it was so characteristic of her to
stand alone and independent of help, even when most
cheerfully volunteered. She would not even accept a
reasonable provision for the journey, and contented
herself with a few necessaries, including filtered water
and some fresh eggs ; and as it happened she was not
destined to enjoy even these, for, owing to her ignor-
ance of the language, she was not able to express her
wishes to the boatmen, and, as a result, they boiled
the eggs in the filtered water for the first meal,
leaving her without any drinking water for the rest of
the journey. Mrs. Bishop was very anxious to con-
ciliate the natives of whatever country she passed
through, and when travelling in the interior of China
she generally adopted a costume which was designed to
fulfil the Chinese canons of good taste. The principal
feature of it was a large, loose jacket, or mantle, of
" pongee," which effectually disguised the figure of the
wearer, but which, unlike Chinese garments generally,
was furnished with most capacious pockets, in which
she carried all sorts of travelling paraphernalia, in-
cluding some articles of her own design. Amongst
other things, she used to produce from one of the
pockets a portable oil lamp, ready for use at a moment's
notice, and it seemed rather remarkable that the oil
did not leak. If I remember rightly, she carried a
loaded revolver in another pocket as a protection
against robbers, the result of some painful lessons not
learned, I am happy to say, in China.
Mrs. Bishop impressed me as being a woman of
unusual gifts, not only as a speaker and writer, but
also as an observer and collector of information,
possessing so much courage and force of character
as to make her practically fearless, undismayed by
obstacles, and undeterred by physical weakness ; and
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yet there was nothing of that masculinity which is so
common a feature in women who have made their
mark in distinctively masculine fields of activity. Her
nature was most sympathetic, and wherever she went
her first consideration was to study the social con-
dition of the country, the position of women, the
treatment of the sick, etc., and to devise means for
the alleviation of pain and disease. My association
with her, though covering but a short period, will ever
be one of my happiest memories.
From Shao Hsing, having refused Mr. Walshe's
escort, she went back to Shanghai by inland water-
ways, through a region of great fertility, prosperity,
and beauty, to Ningpo and its lovely lakes. Here,
believing, as she did, that if the nations of the East
are to be evangelised it must be by native agents,
she was immensely interested in Mr. Hoare's splendid
work of training young men as catechists, and perhaps
eventually clergymen.
When Mrs. Bishop arrived at Shanghai it was a
great joy to her to find Mr. and Mrs. Bullock at the
Consulate, where she made her headquarters for
some time. She wrote to Mr. Murray while at
Shanghai on May 27 :
I have now been travelling in China for three months
with great satisfaction and interest, and have got about
a hundred photographs as a record of my journey. I
have travelled quite alone, and have not met with
anything disagreeable. I am just going to Japan for
the summer, to go through a course of blisters for my
spine, which I hurt considerably, more than three
months ago. I have a project of some very serious
travelling in the late autumn and winter, if these
remedies are successful.
To Miss Cullen she wrote:
My interests have been solely among missions since
I left Hong Kong. I liked and admired the English
Presbyterians at Swatow and Wuking far more than
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any body of men and women that I have seen. In the
Fukien Province a great deal of work is being done,
but the most spiritual part by the fifty missionaries of
the C.M.S. The China Inland missionaries as a rule
are delightful, but they tell me that they are not
meeting with marked success. " Success " is not a word
to apply to any missions that I have seen.
Mrs. Bishop's penetration convinced her that it is
not those missionaries who live comfortably, and give
a percentage of their time, strength, and zeal to the
work, who truly interpret Christ to the Chinese.
The Oriental conception of saintliness is outraged by
this blend of "worldliness and other-worldliness."
Those rather really set forth the message, which was
sent to men of good will, who, like the Rev. David
Hill, "one of the noblest and most sympathetic mis-
sionaries who ever sought the welfare of the Chinese,"
live in a Chinese house, and dress and eat as natives.
She wrote home after the conclusion of the operations
in Manchuria and of the war between China and
Japan :
The Manchurian missionaries are in my black
books. With whom did they leave those few sheep
in the wilderness ? The Roman Catholic men and
women all remained at their posts at Mukden and
elsewhere.
Mrs. Bishop was too large-minded and sincere to
deny or blink the fact, that many of the Catholic
priests were an example to their Protestant brethren,
and that in China, at all events, most of them despised
comfort and espoused poverty for Christ's sake.
CHAPTER XIII
THE CHANGING EAST
MRS. BISHOP left Shanghai in ss. Kaisow (June 4, 1895)
for Nagasaki, intending to spend the summer in Japan.
She went first to Osaka, and then to Tokyo, and from
Osaka wrote to Miss Cullen commenting on the news,
which had reached her, of Professor Blackie's death and
funeral in March : " I was very fond of him. Doubtless
the pure in heart has seen God." About herself she
continues :
I am ill with rheumatism and sciatica, and am going
next week to Tokyo for the best advice and afterwards
to some baths. My plan is to get quietness and
seclusion if possible, and to wear Chinese dress, in
which it is possible to be easy and comfortable. I am
in rags and most of my stockings have no feet. My
boots were so absolutely done that I had to wear straw
shoes over them, but I have now got Japanese shoes.
You would be surprised with my photos. I have made
great advances lately and print with a highly enamelled
surface like a professional.
At Tokyo she was the guest of Bishop and Mrs.
Bickersteth, the first of many visits to them. Of these
Mrs. Bickersteth writes :
It was in June 1895 that Mrs. Bishop first became
our honoured guest in Tokyo, though both my husband
and I had met her before in England. As the weeks
and months went on, our acquaintance ripened into
close friendship, and it was a great joy to us to know
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that she always looked on our house as her home in the
Far East, returning to it once and again when wearied
with her long journeyings. It is impossible to say
what her friendship was to us, or how we rejoiced in
intercourse with that cultured mind and loving heart,
always full of sympathy for our concerns, whether of
the Mission or of private life, and yet also delightfully
ready to pour out her stores of knowledge and experi-
ence, with a complete absence of self-consciousness
and a perfect command of language which made listen-
ing to her a treat indeed. Mrs. Bishop has left a
charming record of her affectionate appreciation of my
husband in the letter printed in his biography, while
he on his side was singularly attracted by that gracious
womanliness, which perhaps stands out as the most
characteristic feature of our distinguished guest. I
shall never forget a June day in 1895. Mrs. Bishop
had discovered that it was my husband's birthday, and
she brought to his study an envelope containing a
cheque for the exact amount required to build an
orphanage urgently needed by St. Hilda's Mission and
very near our hearts. Her joy in giving was at
least as great as ours in receiving, and it was crowned
on the Eve of St. Michael's Day that same year when
my husband — assisted by some of the English and
Japanese clergy — solemnly dedicated to God's service
the pretty and convenient Japanese house henceforth
known as the " John Bishop Orphanage." It is not for
me to speak of the personal devoutness and strong
faith which were the background and ruling spring of
her life, but it was these characteristics which made her
wise counsel and sympathy so inestimable a blessing
both in those Tokyo days and in after years when we
met constantly as fellow-members of the Women's
Committee of the Society for the Propagation of the
Gospel. The sadness and loneliness of Mrs. Bishop's
life always struck me painfully and forcibly, not only
in its brave battle against constant suffering and ill-
health, but in its absence of any close ties of kindred
since the two great sorrows of her life had come to her
in quick succession. But this personal loneliness only
seemed to quicken her power of loving sympathy with
the joys as well as the sorrows of others, and those
who were honoured with her friendship feel indeed
that it is a gift of God in their lives.
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On July i, accompanied by a Japanese servant, she
made her way — a journey of eight hours — to Ikao, the
mountain village where she purposed to spend two
months for the sake of the neighbouring thermal
springs. At first she lived in the inn, but soon after
her arrival she rented a small Japanese house, where
her time was chiefly occupied in working at her book
on Korea and in developing, toning, and enamelling
photographs. The weather was not propitious, for
she writes to Mr. Murray (August 5) that there had
been ceaseless rain or mist for twenty-nine days with
the exception of eight hours, but she adds :
The quiet is delightful. Japan is wonderful. Her
solid advance in seventeen years is most striking, and
she is quiet and dignified and keeps her head. She
is impressively civilised.
Fortunately, after the middle of August, the skies
cleared gloriously and, for a month, she could take
long walks and photograph temples, villages, and lakes.
Then she went back to stay with Bishop and Mrs.
Bickersteth at Tokyo, where she saw a great deal of
her old friend Sir Ernest Satow ; and early in October,
hearing rumours of the assassination of the Korean
Queen, she left for Korea, after some difficulty about
her passport. She went up at once to Seoul, to stay
with Mr. Hillier at the British Legation, and there she
found events and rumours of the most exciting kind
prevalent in the city.
The Eastern drama had moved rapidly since early
in February, when Mrs. Bishop left Seoul. The fall of
Wei-hai-wei, and the capture of the Chinese navy, had
established the supremacy of Japanese arms in the Far
East, and led to the peace of May, 1895, by which
nominal independence was secured to Korea. But, the
immediate result was the transference to Japan of the
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role of mentor and guide of the Hermit Kingdom.
Japan instituted much-needed reforms in Korea and
sincerely endeavoured to realise them ; but she lacked
both the necessary experience and the tact to carry
them through. One of her agents damaged Japan's
prestige and position incalculably by embarking on
Oriental intrigues, which led to the extinction of the
only element of strength and of political power at the
Korean Court. Mrs. Bishop found that the Queen,
— that charming, unscrupulous, ill-fated Queen, whom
she had seen and admired for her ability — had indeed
been murdered^ and that the amiable, but weak and
timid King was now a prisoner in his palace, in daily
dread of sharing her fate. A coup d'etat of a momentous
character was believed to be impending, and it was
hoped that Japan might receive a mandate from the
Powers to put an end to the confusion which reigned.
Mrs. Bishop, however, had very little time at her
disposal before starting on the long-planned journey
to Western China, and she wanted first to explore
North-west Korea, and to visit the scene of the Japanese
victory at Pyong-yang, where her friend General Tso
fell (September, 1894), with the flower of the Chinese
army. So, having devoted a fortnight to watching the
political drama and to collecting accurate information
about it, she, with much regret, made up her party for
a month's journey. An excellent interpreter, Mr.
Yi-Hak-In— to whose bright intelligence and sense of
humour she attributed much of the pleasure as well as
the interest of the journey — a soldier servant provided
by Mr. Hillier from the Legation guard, three saddle
ponies with their mapu or grooms, and two baggage
animals, constituted her caravan. She dressed as nearly
as possible in Korean dress, and describes her journey,
which she considered singularly bright and prosperous,
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most graphically in Korea and Her Neighbours (vol. ii.
pp. 78-171). The weather was glorious — indeed she
says " it may be taken for granted that every Korean
winter's day is splendid," and the worst that could be
said of the scenery was that it looked " monotonously
pretty " in the brilliant sunshine. Her general impres-
sion of the Korean landscape was that on the whole it
lacked life and emphasis ; but the fertile country, with
low but shapely hills (where deep-eaved, brown-
thatched roofs clustered near clear-running streams
and dark clumps of pine and glowing crimson maple),
was now and then broken by romantic ravines ter-
minating in steep bluffs, over deep green streams,
or by fine views of lofty dog-tooth peaks and of
serrated ranges, some of which she crossed. The
still, faintly blue atmosphere idealised everything,
and she notes the artistic effect of " sails of boats
passing dreamily into the mountains over the silver
water," and of stretches where the vegetation had
" turned to a purple as rich as English heather blos-
som, while the blue gloom of the pines emphasised
the flaming reds of the dying leafage." But irredeem-
ably monotonous were the dull, dazed apathy and
ill manners of the native population, and the dismal
squalor of the towns and incredible dirt and discomfort
of the native houses, where she cheerfully bore annoy-
ances, with which she thinks it doubtful if any European
man would have put up. The one redeeming feature
of the miserable dens she lived in appears to have
been their warmth, for even if " the mercury fell
to freezing point outside, the hot floor kept the
inside temperature up to 80 deg." The contrast
between nature and humanity perhaps accounts for
Mrs. Bishop's remark that " Korea takes a strong grip
on all who reside in it sufficiently long to overcome
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the feeling of distaste which at first it undoubtedly
inspires."
She twice visited Pyong-yang, the second capital of
Korea, which is of vast antiquity and stands in a
magnificent situation, of which advantage is skilfully
taken. The first view delighted her : the plain was
blue and violet melting into a blue haze, " the crystal
waters of the river were bluer still, brown-sailed boats
drifted lazily with the stream, and above, the grey
mass of the city rose into a dome of unclouded blue."
Her account of the assault and massacre of the pre-
vious September, and of the American Mission here,
forms the most interesting episode in her record of
this journey.
The missionaries had found their work very dis-
couraging until after the war, when a great interest
awoke in the minds of the Koreans, and numbers turned
to the Gospel as to a refuge. Mrs. Bishop said " it
seemed more to realise the Pentecostal days than any-
thing I have ever seen," and speaking in 1901 she gave
an interesting detailed account of this movement :
I spent a year in Korea at different times. When
I first went there I thought it one of the most hopeless
countries I had ever seen. Then came the war between
China and Japan. It was supposed that the infant
beginnings of Christianity would be swamped by that
war and the events which followed it. But the contrary
was the case ; and I cannot do better than say what I
saw in the west of Korea, in the town of Pyong-yang
— a town of sixty thousand people, reputed to be the
richest and wickedest city in Korea, a great commercial
centre in a very green and fruitful country and grain-
producing neighbourhood. Before the Japanese entered
it, and defeated the Chinese just outside its walls in a
bloody battle, about fifty thousand of the population
fled. Nothing showed more what the ravages 01 war are
than that a merely friendly occupation by the Japanese
should have ruined a thriving city. There was scarcely
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one stone left upon another that had not been thrown
down. The troops used the roofs, the beams, the
joists, and windows — all the woodwork, in fact — for
their bivouac fires, and had destroyed the city without
war. When I first went there, people were trying
vainly to find out where they had once lived. At
Py5ng-yang there had been made twenty-eight converts,
but converts by no means enlightened, or satisfactory.
They fled, and the peril they underwent deepened
their Christianity, and they went to the villages of the
north and preached there. They had Gospels with
them. In some villages they left a Gospel behind
them ; perhaps they had more than one. In the place
where the greatest work went on, it was simply the
Gospel of St. Mark that had been left. This was read
aloud in the evenings, and the men assembled to hear ;
and after a time they decided that St. Mark told of the
true God, and the demons were evil spirits who were
to be no more worshipped. The women were desirous
of preserving the fetishes, but they gave way at last ;
and the fetishes, which had received the adoration of
generations, were destroyed. No calamity followed
this ; and the people after a time built a hovel in order
that they might pray to God in the evenings. One can
imagine what kind of prayers they were. Then one
old man decided that he would send his grandson to
Mr. Moffatt, the missionary in Pyong-yang, to hear
more of what was known as " the way."
When I returned to Pyong-yang Mr. Moffatt had
quite a number of young men from different villages
where Gospels had been left, living in a barn, being
instructed for six hours a day. And these young men
told the story of how the Gospel had come — how the
Gospel had come to every one of them — through the
written Word of God, without a teacher. And it had
been the power of God unto salvation, as it is the
power of God unto salvation to every one. Pyong-
yang itself was changed. The church, which held
three hundred, had been enlarged in the meantime by
the exertions of the people themselves. It has been
enlarged three times since and a new one built. The
anxiety to hear the Word of God and get the Word in
PyOng-yang was something wonderful. Old things
have passed away, for some of the worst characters
have been transformed. I think at the time I was
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there there were nearly 1,800 seeking baptism; but
now I suppose there are nearly 4,000 in that part
of Korea. I do not think there is any part of the
world where the Gospel is making such rapid progress
as in this poor, dark, oppressed, demon-worshipping
Korea.
On December 6 Mrs. Bishop reached the familiar
harbour of Chemulpo, in a glorious frosty sunset,
having come down part of the way from Pyong-yang
in a small Japanese steamer which she had insisted on
boarding, unaware that it had been impressed for
transport purposes. She went on the following day
to Seoul, where she halted for a fortnight.
When she left Korea at Christmas time, it was on
board the Genkai Maru bound for Shanghai. Here
once more she was welcomed at the Consulate by
Mr. and Mrs. Lowndes Bullock, who assisted her to
make arrangements for the celebrated journey up the
Yangtze and in Western China, which, occupying in
all five months, supplied material for her book on
The Yangtze Valley and Beyond. The further venture,
into the mountains which buttress the lofty levels of
Tibet, beyond the Chinese frontier-post into the
country of the Man-tze — where she lingered several
weeks — added much to her knowledge of the empire
and its debatable border territory.
True to her constant desire to get as quickly as
possible out of a foreign settlement in the East, and
into the freedom beyond the pale, Mrs. Bishop soon
left the kindly hospitality of the Shanghai Consulate
(Jan. 10, 1896) for her deeply interesting voyage by
steamer and houseboat, 300 miles up the Yangtze.
She went, first, five days' steamer journey to Ichang,
stopping on the way at Hankow, an abominably
dirty treaty port, protected by a dyke, 46 feet high,
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from the perennial summer rise of the stream. The
great river was now at its lowest, and the midwinter
sunless days were rather tedious as she steamed up
between the high grey mud-banks, which hid the
surrounding country, and through shallow meres and
fen-like flats of muddy land, where the steamer
frequently grounded on a mud-bank. But both
monotony and civilisation were left behind, with the
steamer, when she reached Ichang, standing high on
the river bank, with a fine background of fantastic
peaks. Here, she had her first glimpse of the life
of a Roman Catholic mission station and realised the
anguish of loneliness which some of their workers
endure, living and dying among the natives in isolation
and self-sacrifice. But in spite of their self-denial,
and the celibacy, poverty, and asceticism that always
appeal powerfully to the Oriental mind, she was
struck with their growing unpopularity. This she
attributed in part to their political ambitions.
She was detained at Ichang some days, and then
began an exciting and perilous journey in a flat-
bottomed houseboat, with tall mast and sail and
projecting rudder. For seventeen days Mrs. Bishop
was rowed, or towed, by sixteen boatmen, or trackers,
through a succession of grand, gigantic gorges, whose
precipitous sides rose sometimes sheer 2,000 feet
before they culminated in splendid splintered peaks.
Sometimes the precipices retreated, leaving the river
room to expand into lake-like stretches, with pleasant
brown farmhouses on the banks, half seen amongst
orange-groves and orchards. A Chinese Switzer-
land she calls it, " one long glory and sublimity," and
the villages, along the water's edge, reminded her of
Como and Varenna. But she had been warned, at
Ichang, that the perilous waters of the Upper Yangtze
3i2 THE CHANGING EAST [CHAP.XIH
contained few reaches where rapids, races, and
rock-broken water would leave her time to do much
besides look after her own safety. And she found
that the risks and perils fully warranted the worst
description. At the great cataract of Hsin-lan, where
the dangers of the river are centred, she marvelled
that any one should ever have contemplated sur-
mounting such a thing of awe and majesty, a waterfall
with a boiling cataract below. The Yangtze, however,
is the sole highway for the vast commerce of the
richest district of China, Sze-Chuan, a prosperous
province the size of France, and the patient per-
sistence of the Chinese character surmounts even this
obstacle. But of the thousands of junks which
attempt the passage, towed up by as many as 120
trackers, or shooting down the rapids like a flash,
one in twenty is annually lost. She herself saw
more than one big junk —
strike a rock while flying down a rapid and dis-
appear as if she had been blown up, her large crew,
at the height of violent effort the moment before,
with all its frantic noisy accompaniments, perishing
with her.
In the last of the great gorges she passed through,
before her three weeks' journey ended at Wan-Hsien,
there was no foothold for the towing trackers, and
the boat was dragged up, inch by inch, against a
tremendous current, clawed along by hooks attached
to the boatmen's poles, " and terrible, she says, "was
the straining of these poor fellows on the rough and
jagged rocks." On Ash Wednesday, a fine white
nine-storeyed pagoda on the bank announced their
approach to the city of Wan-Hsien ; and its burst of
beauty as her boat rounded a sudden bend was, she
says, one of the unforgettable views of China. The
THE MITAN GORGE.
From a photograph by Mrs. Bisliop.
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superbly impressive and stately city, with temple
and pagoda-crowned cliffs and heights, rises out of
woods backed by the precipices which encircle a lake-
like basin of the broad river, as it disappears among
the blue and misty mountains. The " Myriad City "
is the foremost of the many prosperous cities of
Western China, and she felt that, for position and
appearance, it ranked high among the cities of the
world.
The officials here had always been notoriously
antagonistic to foreigners, and the mission work
was purely pioneer, in a city so hostile that one of
the missionaries had lately been badly beaten ; the
ladies of the China Inland Mission, where Mrs.
Bishop stayed, never went outside the compound.
A new chief magistrate had, however, arrived, with
orders to treat foreigners civilly, so all was changed.
Mrs. Bishop was able to take many photographs of
the steep, picturesque city, its temples and beautiful
bridges, and of the lovely villages which delighted
her eye, built irregularly on torrent sides, draped
with clematis and maidenhair, or perched within
fortifications on the flat tops of the truncated sand-
stone hills.
Here, Mrs. Bishop turned her back on the river
and left, in a carrying chair, on a further journey
of 300 miles to Paoning-fu. Having failed to find
a European free to accompany her, she decided to
venture alone and to buy her own experience.
She writes to Miss Cullen (February 23, 1896) :
To-morrow I start on a long land journey with my
servant and seven coolies. It will be nearly twenty
days before I reach the next mission station. Tra-
velling by land and sleeping at Chinese inns is a
novelty which I regard with some trepidation. I think
my journey round to Chunking will take two and
3H THE CHANGING EAST [CHAP, xm
a half months. The mandarin here gives me an
escort, as the road in its earlier stages is disturbed.
China is very interesting and terrifying.
On the way she was exposed to constant curiosity
and much hostility. She was carried the whole time
in an open sedan chair^ wearing the big Japanese
hat which she regarded as the ideal travelling hat :
this was perhaps rather indiscreet, as her appearance
roused a certain suspicion, amongst the crowds who
pressed round her. In almost every place the officials
did their best to protect her ; but once, at any rate,
she felt she had only escaped with her life, from the
animosity of the populace, by barricading herself in
her room. After this, she found it wiser not to put
up at the usual halting-places, and instead she stopped
for the night, in country villages, where the people
were quiet and harmless, and where she learnt much
of their ways and their views on missions and other
topics that interested her. She reduced her food to
two meals a day — one of tea and boiled flour before
starting, and one of rice at the end of her day's
stage; several times she slept wet to the skin and
rolled in her blanket ; and twice at least her servant,
reporting on the accommodation he had secured
for the night, announced, " You will not like your
room to-night, Mrs. Bishop— it is in the pigs' house."
She was quite conscious that her equipments and
manner of living were rougher than they had ever
been before, and that she had reached " bed rock "—to
quote a telling bit of American slang ; but the scenery
alone, she felt, repaid her for the many hardships,
She was glad indeed, nevertheless, when the soft
afternoon sunshine revealed to her the temple roofs
and gate towers of Paoning-fu rising out of dense
greenery and a pink mist of peach blossom.
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In the distance appeared two Chinese gentlemen,
whose walk, as they approached, gave me a suspicion
that they were foreigners ; and they proved to be
Bishop Cassels, the youngest and one of our latest
consecrated Bishops, and his coadjutor, Mr. Williams,
formerly Vicar of St. Stephens, Leeds, who had come
to welcome me.
Paoning-fu was a great centre of the China Inland
Mission, which in this part of Sze-Chuan is entirely
Anglican, and Dr. Cassels, a well-known Cambridge
athlete, and one of the pioneer missionaries in the
interior, presided over some sixty Anglican-clergy. He
had recently returned from his consecration in West-
minster Abbey, and his devoted native congregation
had presented him with the hat of a Chinese Master
of Arts and a pair of high boots which he was careful
to wear, and which gave him in Mrs. Bishop's eyes
" the picturesque aspect of a marauding middle age
prelate."
He says :
I was very much struck with Mrs. Bishop's bravery
in travelling in an open chair. She came right across
from Wan-Hsien on the Yangtze to my station, a ten
days' journey, without other escort than that of a
Chinese servant, who knew just a little English. Hear-
ing of her coming, my colleague, the Rev. E. O. Williams,
and I went out to meet her. Besides the open chair,
which in itself rather attracted the curiosity of the
Chinese, she was wearing a big Japanese sun-hat, and
the two together made her journey less pleasant than
it might otherwise have been. Mrs. Bishop stayed
in the ladies' house at Paoning, but came over several
times to our humble abode. Whilst with us she
expressed her feeling that we ought to have a hospital
at Paoning. I took her to see one or two houses, and
she most kindly and generously sent me later on a
cheque for £100 towards founding a hospital as the
Henrietta Bird Hospital. It was shortly afterwards
opened, and is now in the charge of Dr. William
Shackleton.
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Mrs. Bishop felt that this new and interesting journey
in Sze-Chuan had opened a fresh page in her knowledge
of missions ; and though she could not approve all she
saw— and on her return never failed to make helpful
friendly criticisms to those ultimately responsible and
able to rectify blunders— yet, throughout the journey,
she noted with pleasure the pains taken by the mis-
sionaries of the China Inland Mission to avoid any
violation of Chinese customs. Their houses were built
in the native fashion, there was no aggressive wounding
of Chinese prejudices, and they were careful to observe
all the Chinese courtesies.
From Paoning-fu she went on by chair to Kuan-
Hsien, a long stage on which she had the great
advantage of being accompanied by Dr. Horsburgh,
whose self-sacrifice and unbounded devotion to the
work she considered beyond praise, though she could
not endorse all his methods. It was a great satisfac-
tion to Mrs. Bishop to hear later that Dr. Horsburgh
had been so successful in modifying the native
hostility that his workers had not to fly during the
riots of 1901.
Unfortunately during this stage of her journey she
met with an accident which left its traces for some
time, and which was perhaps due to a less careful
regard for native prejudices on Mrs. Bishop's part
than that exercised by the missionaries. Mrs. Bishop
was hit, on the back of her head, by a stone flung
with considerable force. Dr. Horsburgh writes:
My wife was the only foreigner with her when she
was hit. The people did not wish, I think, to cause
injury, but they were annoyed because the chair-
bearers would not stop. They wanted to see
Mrs. Bishop, who was an object of much interest.
Mrs. Bishop used to have her meals out in the narrow
street, sitting in her sedan chair with the foreign
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feeding appliances about her. The people stood and
gazed, but always, I believe, respectfully.
Mrs. Bishop's own impression was that she was
regarded with hostility, and certainly the stone which
struck the back of her head was hurled with sufficient
impetus to leave its mark, and unfortunately its effects,
for nearly a year.
For some days Mrs. Bishop's way had lain along the
Ta-lu, the great flagged imperial road from Pekin to
Chengtu, which a thousand years ago must have been
a noble work. The road is nominally sixteen feet wide,
and more than a millennium back an emperor planted
beautiful red-stemmed cedars, at measured distances,
on either side. Many of the trees, all marked with the
imperial seal, and counted annually by the magistrates,
have attained an enormous size ; and the days spent
under their solemn shade were, she says, halcyon days
of delightful travelling without any drawbacks, in
beautiful weather and a bracing atmosphere. At
Kuan Hsien again there was a special charm for her
from its being the starting-point of the wonderful
engineering works, the oldest and perhaps the most
important in China. Here many centuries ago lived
Li Ping, one of the great philanthropic benefactors
of the Chinese people. By dividing the waters of the
cold crystal stream of the Min, and by an elaborate
system of irrigation works, he redeemed the noble
plain of Chengtu from drought and flood for two
thousand years. This vast plain, the richest in China,
and perhaps in the world, is a singular and unrivalled
picture of rustic peace and prosperity, and the popula-
tion of four millions depends for its very existence on
the maintenance of the irrigation works which Li Ping
carried out long before the Christian era. Without
these the east and west of the plain would be a marsh,
3i8 THE CHANGING EAST [CHAP, xm
and the north a waterless desert. A beautiful shrine
is dedicated to this great man, to whose motto, " Dig
the bed deep, keep the banks low," faithfully carried
out for twenty-one centuries, boundless fertility and
wealth is due. His shrine, roofed with green glazed
tiles, delighted Mrs. Bishop with its picturesque
appearance. It stands behind the town in a romantic
gorge, through which, on a very fine bamboo suspen-
sion bridge, the road carrying all the trade from Tibet
enters the country ; and the beautiful pavilions and
minarets, amongst stately lines of cryptomeria, formed,
she says, the most fascinating group of buildings in the
Far East, combining the grace and decorative witchery
of the shrines at Nikko with a grandeur and stateliness
of their own.
This was not the only time that Mrs. Bishop had
noted instances where individuals in China have carried
out benevolent instincts, or sought to " accumulate
merit," by helping their fellow men. And the gigantic
scale on which organised charities are carried out, and
the patience and persevering self-denial with which
they are administered, by small and great, in most of
the cities in China, moved her admiration. Foundlings,
orphans, the blind, the aged, strangers, drowning per-
sons, the destitute, and the dead are all objects of an
infinite variety of organised benevolence ; and though
the methods were not our methods, yet they were, she
thought, none the less praiseworthy. True, she found
that the Chinese failed obviously in acts of personal
kindliness and goodwill, the charities being usually on
a large scale and for the benefit of human beings in
masses, and the individual lost sight of. But, in this
respect, she felt they were only on a par with much
easy charity by proxy at home.
The view of the clear sparkling Min, breaking forth
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from its long imprisonment in the mountains, and of
the magnificent mountains behind — with snow peaks
tinged pink in the early sun — from which issued the
caravans of yaks, bearing the trade from Tibet, inspired
Mrs. Bishop with a desire "to break away from the
narrow highways, the crowds, and the oppressive
curiosity" of China proper, and she determined to
extend her journey, up the western branch of the Min,
into the mountainous borderland between China and
Tibet, and to see Tibetans, yaks, rope-bridges, and
aboriginal tribes. She went first, however, to Chengtu,
in the plain, escorting a missionary lady whose nerves
had suffered much during the anti-foreign riots of the
previous summer. At that time, four of the ladies had
been hidden, for eleven weeks during the hottest
season, in a room without a window, and one of the
young wives had escaped with her three infants to a
ledge above the river, whilst her husband kept the
mob at bay ; and Mrs. Bishop felt that no one, who had
listened to the howling of a Chinese mob, could be
surprised to hear that some of the ladies utterly broke
down, and one, at least, lost her reason from the
prolonged anxiety.
She wrote during this journey to Miss Cullen :
I daresay you think I say too little about missions.
There are many problems connected with them, which
grow in difficulty as missions spread and increase.
The one which specially afflicts me is the waste of
working power, and the scandal among natives caused
by the ceaseless marryings and maternities of mis-
sionary women making an end of work ; and not
only this, but that in inland China many of the
best of the single ladies have much of their time
occupied nursing the mothers five and six months
after each baby is brought into the world. In one
small mission two ladies came out four years ago, and
one three years ago, each giving up useful homework.
320 THE CHANGING EAST [CHAP, xm
Each tells me that she has never had time to begin
Chinese with a teacher, far less mission work, owing to
these babies. Do people at home contribute, they ask,
to send out monthly nurses, who must remain so for
four to six months at a time — or missionaries ? There
are various reforms absolutely necessary, and none
know it better than the missionaries themselves, but
any one suggesting them would be thought an enemy.
The missionary army as represented on paper has
perhaps an effective strength of one-half. My en-
quiries are most carefully made and solely among
missionaries.
Before leaving Chengtu as it stood, on a sunny
April day, in the middle of the blossoming poppy
crops, " where waves of colour on slope and plain
rolled before the breeze," Mrs. Bishop wrote to
Mr. Murray a resume of her intended journey :
The voyage up the Yangtze to Wan-Hsien, and nine
hundred miles overland since, have taken three months.
I intended to return from this point, but, as I cannot
go home till the cool weather, I am planning to travel
three hundred miles northwards, and then to come
down to Ta-chien-lu by a route taken by an Austrian
traveller, which brings me among many of the Tibetan
and aboriginal tribes. I had no intention of being a
Chinese traveller, but have drifted into it.
Accordingly on the i2th she turned northward
again, up the Min into the mountains, to the border-
lands between the Chinese official frontier and the
east of Tibet, peopled by the half independent Man-tze
tribes. The forests, rivers, mountain passes, and old
castles delighted her, and she made many observations
of the people and their customs. She thoroughly
enjoyed her adventures in the " altitudes and free-
dom" of the mountains, and revelled in the "clear
escape from the crowds and cramped grooviness of
China." The inns were better, the air keen and
bracing, and the hardy mountaineers, with pleasant
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1896] A CHRISTIAN VILLAGE 321
faces, minds, and manners, took her at times for a
Man-tze of a different tribe, and treated her with
a polite friendliness that created an atmosphere
delightful to breathe. She was equally attracted by
the thick carpets of sky-blue dwarf iris, white and blue
anemones, yellow violas, primulas and lilies, climbing
roses red and white, and orchids and exotic ferns,
amongst which she recognised lovingly our own
filix mas, osmunda regalis, and lily of the valley. Far
above, countless peaks cleft the blue sky in absolute
purity of whiteness, then the sun went down in
glory and colour, and there was a perfect blaze of
stars in the purple sky. The " beyond " beckoned her
on ; and though she knew her travelling arrangements
were so inherently unsuitable that they must break
down, yet, so long as it was physically possible, she
was prepared to follow.
Of one incident Mrs. Bishop gave a very graphic
account :
After going up the Yangtze, and travelling by land
several hundred miles, I went beyond China proper
into the country of the Man-tze. When I reached
the mountains, there was a mountain pass, and a great
storm came on. The torrent I had to pass was
swollen and it was impossible to cross it. There was
no inn in the village and it was very poor. My ser-
vant succeeded in getting shelter for me from the rain
which was falling in torrents, and I slept there in a
shed for one night. He came back presently and said,
" There are Christians in this village, Mrs. Bishop."
You know how faithless and unbelieving one is ; and
I said, " Christians ! Nonsense ; no Europeans have
ever been here, far less missionaries." He looked
rather sulky as he went out of the shed, but came
back after a time and said, " There are Christians
here, and it is a Christian village ; and the head man
and the elders are coming to see you presently."
And they came, and were very anxious to find out
if I were a Christian. . . . However, I satisfied them
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322 THE CHANGING EAST [CHAP, xm
by showing my Bible. My servant was a Christian
too. And they stayed for an hour and a half: and the
story that one of them told was among the most
interesting I ever heard.
The man was a carpenter ; he had worked for three
months in Sze-Chuan in the house of a missionary,
and had a copy of the Gospels given to him when he
went away. He had also had a certain amount of
instruction from the catechist who was with the
missionary. After the instruction given him by the
catechist, he went to his own home several hundred
miles further west, and took the Gospels with him.
He gathered the men together every evening, and
read the Gospels aloud. There was a fulfilment of
the promise: "The idols He shall utterly abolish,"
for many of the idols of that village had been
destroyed owing to the reading of the simple
Word. There were only a few men in the
whole village who were not in deed and truth
Christians, and my servant, who was a very shrewd
man, remarked how different that village was from
others — that there was no attempt to cheat and take
advantage ; and he said that he did not think he had
been told one lie. They had learned so much from
the New Testament that they were very anxious to
get a missionary to come and give them instruction
and baptism. I told them this was not possible. But
I believe that those men, by working at night and
saving their money, and denying themselves the usual
amount of food, saved enough to take them to the
nearest mission station, which was far, far away,
where they would receive the good things for which
their souls were yearning.
She summed up the events of the journey to Mrs.
Bullock as follows :
My journey has been much chequered, very in-
teresting, but at times far from pleasant. I went
beyond the limits of China proper into the Somo
country, and was for three weeks in the grandest
scenery I ever saw — Switzerland and Kashmir rolled
into one. My health stood the hardships of Chinese
travelling very well, but unfortunately an over-
exertion in crossing a very high mountain pass has
A MAN-TZE ROCK TEMPLE.
From a photograph by Mrs. Bishop.
1896] RETURN VOYAGE 323
greatly aggravated the heart disease from which I
suffered for four years.
Mrs. Bishop's plan of return was frustrated by
contrary circumstances. Several bridges, on her
intended route, were destroyed in a tribal war, her
wretched coolies collapsed, and the Man-tze authorities
did their best to baffle her intentions by refusing
provisions for the further journey ; so she was
compelled to return, rather disgusted, to Chengtu.
She writes to Miss Cullen : " Much I wish I were
out of China, in which I have spent altogether fourteen
months." She left Chengtu (May 20) with the mercury
at 90°, in a small flat-bottomed wupan, with a partial
matting cover, drawing four inches of water. This
was the beginning of a river journey of 2,000 miles,
"back," as she says, "to bondage." The voyage, by
Sinfu, Louchon, and Chunking, was entirely propi-
tious and delightful — first through beautiful country,
where black-and-white farmhouses reminded her of
Cheshire, where fruit-trees, mulberries, bamboos and
pines, and smooth, fine lawns edged the sparkling
water, and the air was scented by gardenia shrubs
and the flowers of the bean. The boat sped along,
down-stream, at the rate of 130 miles in 17 hours,
and in ten days she reached the western-most of the
treaty ports. Here, the force and volume of the
river, which had risen 45 feet since she passed up,
was tremendous, and, caught in its torrent, the wupan
descended at great speed. When they reached the
rapids, five men pulled frantically to keep steerage
way on her, and they went down like a flash, past
races and whirlpools, temples and grey cities on
heights, villages, hills, and woodlands, for days. There
was no time to take in anything. By the end of
June she reached Shanghai, to find, to her great
324 THE CHANGING EAST [CHAP.XIII
disappointment, that Mr. and Mrs. Bullock were away
at Chefoo ; but she spent some days there with
Mrs. Joy, and on June 23 gave a brief account of
her travels in Sze-Chuan, to an interviewer for the
North China Daily News, whose description of her
is worth recording :
Mrs. Bishop [he says] is a retiring, soft-voiced
woman, whose silver hair is a passport to respect
amongst all but a Chinese mob, and she has reached
a period of life when physical comforts might be fairly
expected. But when she begins to talk, selecting her
words with the nicest discrimination, she at once
exercises a sort of spell over the listener, making him
feel the power of her intellect and the acuteness of
her observing powers. Then we recognise that Mrs.
Bishop is a wonderful woman, possessing an unsus-
pected force with which to overcome the most
forbidding obstacles.
She wrote to Mrs. Bullock :
I am obliged to avoid all exertion, and to give up
the idea of going home by America. So I purpose to
leave for Japan as soon as possible, and to remain in
some mountain hotel in the north till the cool season
begins. Missionaries on going home are often called
"returned empties," and I feel myself one. I have not
read a book or seen a newspaper since January 17.
Thus ended her Chinese journeyings. She had
travelled eight thousand miles, and spent fifteen
months in China, during three of the most important
years of modern Chinese history, and she was deeply
grateful for the keen and abiding interest in China, and
the Chinese, which she had acquired, along with new
views of the country and of the resourcefulness and
energy, capacities and backbone of its inhabitants.
She was much impressed with the terrible and
growing extension of poppy culture and the opium
habit, and came to believe that even moderate opium
smoking involves enormous risks, and that excessive
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smoking brings in its train such ruin and deterioration
as to threaten the national well-being and the physical
future of the race. Nevertheless, she did not believe
that China was then breaking up or in decay.
Officialism was, she says, corrupt ; but the people
were straight and the country growing wealthier
every day. On the whole, peace, order, and prosperity
prevailed, and the Chinese were " practically one of
the freest and most democratic people on earth." The
war with Japan had produced a remarkable effect, in
opening the eyes of the Chinese to the advantages
accruing, to a yellow nation, from the adoption of
Western civilisation. The Western leaven, she felt,
was beginning to work, and China was on the eve of
a great awakening, of which, however, the result was
still uncertain. She believed that Christianity might
bring about the regeneration of China ; but she thought
that, if Christian nations failed to take advantage of the
promising opportunity and did not enter in force with
an army of teachers, China might accept civilisation
and reject the Christian religion.
To Mr. Murray she writes :
I have seen nothing to change my opinion that
medical missions are the most effective pioneers of
Christianity. . . . Mrs. Murray will be interested to
hear that owing to the low price of silver, which at
once doubles one's income, and the literally boundless
hospitality I have met with, I have been able to build
three hospitals containing altogether 160 beds — one
under Bishop Corfe at Seoul ; another under Bishop
Cassels at Paoning-fu, Sze-Chuan; another at Chow-fu;
and an orphanage for twenty-five earthquake orphans
at Tokyo, under Bishop Bickersteth. These are
memorials of my husband, my parents, and my sister,
and you can imagine the pleasure they give me.
On June 27 Mrs. Bishop left Shanghai for Japan.
She was in Tokyo by July 4, and was warmly
326 THE CHANGING EAST [CHAP, xm
welcomed by Bishop and Mrs. Bickersteth. She
wrote : " The Bishop is sadly out of health. The
climate of Japan takes the life out of most English
people." But she continues : " The Japanese are
always delightful, and after the Chinese they seem
little short of angels."
Here she rested ten days and " fadded with photo-
graphs," as she called it. About sixty, of the two
hundred taken in China, had been developed in
Shanghai ; but the edges of some of her films were
affected by the fierce heat of Central China. However,
she rescued the greater number, and her advance in
the art is evidenced by the beautiful illustrations of
The Yangtze Valley and Beyond.
On the day after her arrival, Sir Ernest Satow came
to see her, and asked her to pay him a visit at his
delightful summer residence on the lake of Chusenji.
She accepted his invitation for part of August and
September ; but adhered to her plan of first trying
the neighbouring sulphur-baths at Yumoto. She
went thither on July 15, stopping at Namma Shin-
juro's inn till August i, when she took a kuruma
to Shobunotaki, to meet Sir Ernest Satow and Mr.
Lowther, who rowed her to Chusenji. On August 16
she writes to Miss Cullen :
The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places this
summer ; and after toil, risk, and hardship, I am leading
a quiet, serene life, in scenery absolutely lovely, in a
little Japanese house, where everything goes like
clockwork — but without the tick — with hours of quiet
every day and most charming companionship, intel-
lectually and spiritually elevating. The great forest
without paths stretches all round and up to the cottage,
clothing the mountains, which rise to a height of
8,000 feet. It does not sound more ideal than it is,
and I am unspeakably thankful for this serene time of
rest. Sir Ernest and I are great friends now and have
BRIEGE AND MOUNTAIN INN.
From a photograph bv Mrs. Bishop.
1896] CHUSENJI 327
been for some time ; but we did not always get on
together — far from it ! Here I don't appear till i ; I
go back to my balcony about 2.30. We have open-air
tea at 5. Then we row on the lake till about 6.30.
Then I go to my room till dinner at 8, after which we
talk on the verandah till about 10. I work about four
hours daily at my Korean book. I have worked very
hard at printing sixty of my negatives to send to
Tokyo to be collotyped, and I hope to be able to sell
them for the Paonmg-fu medical mission at ten or
twelve shillings per volume, fifty or more in it.
The Rev. Lionel Cholmondeley writes the following
reminiscences of her stay at Chusenji :
From the middle of August to the middle of Sep-
tember, in the year 1896, I was the guest of Sir Ernest
Satow, then British Minister in Japan, in a little semi-
Japanese house which he had built for himself on the
Lake Chusenji, seven miles above Nikko. Some three
miles beyond Chusenji, where the mountains close in
and make further progress for the traveller impossible,
is another smaller lake called Yumoto, with a village
of a few houses built on its side and a fairly good
Japanese hotel, in which a foreign visitor can find most
of his wants supplied. Mrs. Bishop had established
herself in this hotel, and came from it one afternoon to
stay at Chusenji. The only other member of our party
was Mr. Harold Parlett, one of the consular secretaries
in Tokyo. The house stood some little way back from
the lake, a site having been cleared for it on the
wooded slope. The space between the house-front
and the lake had been levelled up, forming something
of a terrace flanked by a substantial stone facing. The
footpath that previously wound round the lake had
been diverted to run at the back of this little newly
enclosed estate. We were a considerable distance
from the village, which was most easily reached by
boat. A band of workmen under a gardener from
Tokyo were engaged in making a rockery, and putting
the grounds in order.
Mrs. Bishop was fond of rowing, which was our
chief outdoor recreation, and would often take an oar.
Dinner— as everywhere — was the most sociable meal ;
and during dinner and after it, when we sat round the
328 THE CHANGING EAST [CHAP, xm
fire, the conversation was exceedingly entertaining.
Japan and the Japanese formed a fruitful topic, and
the other nations of the East. At another time we
would get on to the subject of literature, and I
remember when Lord Beaconsfield's novels came up
for discussion, that Mrs. Bishop strongly recommended
me to read Tancred. Mrs. Bishop appreciated books in
which the soul of the writer evidently revealed itself,
and she had been greatly struck by a little book called
Why I became a Christian, written in fascinating
Japanese-English by a certain Uchimura Kanzo.
But now I must pass on to relate the eventful
experience which befell us. Sir Ernest was called
away on business to Tokyo, and was to be absent for
two nights. Bad weather had probably set in before
he left us; but however that may be, a typhoon of
unusual violence swept over the central provinces
of Japan soon after his departure. The down-rush of
the rain at Chusenji was tremendous, and the storm
of the night seemed only to increase in fury during the
day. In our sequestered house on the lake, we were
cut off from all intercourse with the outside world ;
and for a whole day, at least, Mrs. Bishop, Mr. Parlett,
and I resigned ourselves to our comfortable imprison-
ment.
But it proved to be no case of one day. As a con-
sequence of the heavy rainfall, the lake had risen
abnormally. Houses nearer to the lake, and not so
well protected as our own, had been flooded, and
much damage and loss of property had been incurred.
While protected by our stone-faced embankment from
the inrush of the waters, the lake had risen on either
side of us to so great an extent that any passage round
it, either to the right or to the left, was impossible,
and equally impossible was it to force our way for any
distance through the tangled, never-trodden woods,
with all the bars to progress of torrent, course, and
rocks. One enterprising boy from the village, with
a bamboo basket strapped over his shoulder, contrived
by some means to get to us most days. We christened
him " Ubiquity," and Mrs. Bishop took a photograph
of him. Mr. Parlett and I used to roll up our flannels
and wade through the water with our fishing-rods.
We caught some fair-sized fish, mostly under the
shelter of the boat-house; but it was some time ere
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we could release the boat. A break on the railway
and various landslips on the ascent from Nikko long
delayed our host's return. Thus our little party of
three were thrown on the society of one another for
the greater part of a week, and through these mishaps
it was my good fortune to come to know Mrs. Bishop
far more intimately than I should otherwise have
done. Our friendship was strengthened by the fact
that my home at Adlestrop is only a few miles from
Barton, which was formerly the property of the Birds,
and of which, in my early days, my great-uncle General
Colvile was tenant.
Naturally our conversation often turned on missions,
and Mrs. Bishop entered with great sympathy into my
account of my own work, especially among young
men. At that time I was much exercised in my mind
about finding myself a house nearer to my church in
Tokyo, and, with her characteristic generosity, she
offered me 500 yen, if that would help me. My real
acquaintance with her began and ended in those
pleasant and eventful days spent in Sir Ernest Satow's
house on Chusenji Lake.
Some letters to Mr. Murray refer to the progress
of her book on Korea, and intimate her intention
of returning to Seoul for final impressions and
information. She left, therefore, for this purpose in
October, and writes again, en route^ to Mr. Murray
(October 19):
Even quiet and mountain-air have failed to set me
up, and hurry, over-fatigue of a social kind, and that
pest of ordinary life — the attempt, often fruitless, to
make things fit in — have produced attacks of nervous
exhaustion and partial failure of the heart, from which
I never suffer even when enduring the ofttimes severe
hardships and fatigues of the quiet open-air life of a
traveller. Hence my Korean book has not advanced
as it ought to have done. I am now on my way to
Korea for some weeks, to be divided between Mr.
Hillier, the Consul-General, and Mr. McLeavy Brown,
of our Diplomatic Service at Peking, Commissioner
of Customs, and now Financial Adviser and Treasurer
of Korea. From both I shall receive very valuable
330 THE CHANGING EAST [CHAP, xm
help in the revision of what I have already written
and in the correction of the notes of what is yet
unwritten. I greatly regret that I could not (and
for good reasons) write letters as on former journeys.
Even had I not used them as such, there is a vividness
about letters not attainable by another descriptive
method.
It is this year forty years since Mr. Murray published
my first book! There could not have been happier
relations between author and publisher than those
between your dear father and myself, and these have
continued unbroken to this day. I have not yet
recovered from the tremendous blow I received from
a stone near Mien-Chou.
Mrs. Bishop reached Seoul October 23, and, at
first, her health rallied in the dry, bracing air ; but the
improvement was only partial, and her inability to
proceed to Chemulpo, either on horseback or in a
jinrikisha, kept her there so long that it was from
Seoul that she sent out the New Year's card on
which she quotes the ancient Persian proverb of
" Three things that never return " :
The Spent Arrow,
The Spoken Word,
The Lost Opportunity.
But Mrs. Bishop found plenty to interest her in
local politics. During the nine months that she had
been absent the situation had not improved in Korea.
The confusion had increased and the King, reduced to
the position of a " salaried automaton," in his despera-
tion appealed to the Russian representative to protect
him from a terrorism which might well have cowed
a braver man. He fled to the Russian Embassy for
protection, which was accorded him ; and then, finding
himself personally safe and free from all control and
the ascendancy of Japan, he reverted to some of the
worst traditions of his dynasty. The Russian Minister —
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acting, probably, on orders from home to give Korea
" rope enough to hang herself," and thus justify active
interference on Russia's part — abstained from offering
the guidance which the King would undoubtedly have
accepted ; all the old abuses soon cropped up, and
the internal administration was in a state of chaos.
That Mrs. Bishop did not regret her detention in
Seoul, a letter to Mr. Murray (January 23, 1897) shows :
I have very greatly enjoyed this three months on a
visit to my friend Mr. McLeavy Brown, now, by a
strange set of circumstances, practically dictator of
the kingdom. The fascination of being behind the
scenes in an Oriental kingdom is great, and it has
been a matter of very deep interest to watch the
slow unfolding of Russian policy, of which it is
impossible to doubt that the Foreign Office is entirely
unaware, and will only become aware when it is too
late to check it. ... All my baggage, including
a great Korean chest, has gone to Chemulpo on the
back of a huge bull, and, as I gave a farewell reception
yesterday, and have a farewell audience of the ICing
to-day, I seem to have a little leisure before starting
on my homeward journey to-morrow, the first far
three months. This is the end of six months in Seoul
and eleven in Korea. I have so many friends and
interests here, and have met with such extraordinary
kindness, that I feel very loath to leave it. Indeed I
am returning to England with a very bad grace. I am
far more at home in Tokyo and Seoul than in any
place in Britain except Tobermory, and I very much
prefer life in the East to life at home.
I have been working at my book under excellent
auspices, and have received most liberal help from the
English and Russian Ministers and the Chief Com-
missioner of Customs, who, with many others, are
anxious that I should make it a book which shall take
its place as the book on Korea for some years to come.
I am trying to do this, as all the existing books have
become obsolete owing to the changes the last year
has made. It is a compound of journeys, chapters
on a few salient Korean subjects, and two chapters
sketching the changes which have been made, and
332 THE CHANGING EAST [CHAP, xm
things as they now are in the capital. Among the
travel-chapters are two on Chinese and Russian
Manchuria, the last of which has been three times
delivered as a lecture at the club in Seoul, the Russian
Minister, Mr. Waeber, presiding. He has drawn for me
three maps, one being a route-map in Central Korea.
And so Mrs. Bishop left Korea, with, she says,
" Russia and Japan facing each other across her
destinies." She saw the last of Seoul in snow— in the
blue and violet atmosphere of one of the loveliest of
winter mornings — with real regret, for the dislike she
felt for the country, at first, had passed into an interest
which was almost affection, and on no previous
journey had she made dearer or kinder friends.
She crossed in a bitter wind from Chemulpo to
Shanghai, and there she halted, for a week, before
starting on her homeward voyage. On the last day
of January, 1897, she sailed, reached Colombo on
February 20 and Malta on March 10. This long
voyage rested her ; she set aside all hard work, and
sewed, played chess, printed photographs, and read
Pastor Pastorum, The Sowers, and Held in Bondage.
On reaching London (March 19) Mrs. Bishop entered
in her diary a fervent " Dei Gratiae, three years and
two months." She settled herself in rooms in Hill
Street, found for her by Mrs. Bowman, and here,
except for some brief visits, she remained until the
middle of July. Her days were fully occupied, and
she spent much time in the library of the Royal
Geographical Society ; for, besides working at her
book, Korea and her Neighbours, which she discussed
in many interviews with Mr. Murray, she was lecturing,
and also bringing out papers on Korea — some illus-
trated—in the St. James's Gazette and St. James's Budget.
The Japanese victories in China had roused a new
interest in the Far East ; Korea was dawning on the
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Western mind, and the time was ripening for fuller
information. Mrs. Bishop's book, though eagerly
awaited, was delayed, for the situation in the East
changed every week and rendered obsolete many
of her carefully collected statistics. Besides, the
burden of this undertaking weighed upon her more
heavily than that of any previous book; revision
became positively distasteful, and perhaps the blow
on her head, received in China, had made her
susceptible to brain-fag. She refused to believe that
Korea could interest her readers, and it is possible
that intense weariness of the subject gave rise to
dilatoriness. Nevertheless, by April 20 a considerable
part of her manuscript was in Mr. Murray's hands,
and she writes to him :
All your suggestions are helpful. I am very much
relieved, for I had passed a far severer criticism on
the book myself, feeling that no amount of effort can
make a volume on Korea attractive.
Several chapters remained to be written, but were
held over, as she was somewhat unwillingly engaged
to lecture, for the Royal Geographical Society, upon
Western China and the mountains which form its
frontier towards Tibet. The day of the lecture (May 10)
proved a very busy one : at 3.30 she addressed the
" Bible Lands Mission " in Exeter Hall ; at 7 she
dined by invitation at the Geographical Club ; at
8.30 she gave her lecture, illustrated by forty-five
lantern slides and by two hundred of her photographs,
which were exhibited on the screens in the room.
Next day she attended the Queen's Drawing-room
and spoke for the Church Missionary Society in
St. James's Hall in the evening.
A short visit to Edinburgh, for Assembly addresses,
occurred after this, and then she returned to 28 Hill
334 THE CHANGING EAST [CHAP, xm
Street, and was able, for two months, to devote
herself to more or less constant work at her book.
But the increase of her public engagements in London
made it desirable that she should have a home in
the south, and, after much house-hunting, she took a
short lease of 20 Earl's Terrace, opposite Holland Park
and standing back a short distance from the noisy
Hammersmith Road. For about three weeks, while
painters and paperers were in possession, she rested
quietly at the Elms, Houghton, with Mrs. Brown,
and, returning to London on August 5, she, with the
assistance of an old servant whom she called "the
Dragon," devoted herself to furnishing her house.
When their toils were at an end, and her house was
habitable, she was free to leave for a series of visits
and missionary addresses, reaching as far north as
Berwick and as far south as Exeter.
From this time forward, Mrs. Bishop devoted her
time and energies, more unsparingly than ever, to the
exhausting task of advocating the missionary cause, in
any corner of England where her help was desired.
It is a matter of common knowledge that she soon
acquired a well-deserved reputation as a most capable
and impressive platform speaker, and this was, Miss
Gertrude Kinnaird considers, because three character-
istics, essential to sincere public utterance on this
difficult topic, were hers in a marked degree : " (a) a
deep feeling of her own responsibility and of the
responsibility of those whom she addressed ; (b) a
great yearning pity for the people in non-Christian
lands, whom she brought so graphically before
the eyes of her audience that they seemed to go
down with them into the darkness, and to feel the
helplessness of their position; and (c) a strong
belief in the power of the Gospel to lift them up
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out of darkness and to give them a new life here
and now."
The attitude which she so well maintained, of a
traveller and of a single-minded, impartial observer —
not blind to the blunders or mistakes of zealous but
inexperienced pioneers, groping their way courageously
and gallantly along fresh and untried paths — and her
obviously simple and earnest sincerity, her wide
experience, deep insight, and mellow wisdom, were
all rendered effective by her natural gifts as a fluent
and sympathetic speaker. This combination made
her singularly fitted to appeal, as she hoped to
do, to that large public whose slow response to
the missionary claim is due to intellectual fastidious-
ness, and to a well-balanced distaste for anything
that is either dull and stupid, or that is, on the
other hand, tinged with a blind enthusiasm, splendidly
zealous, but rather of the heart than the head. At
the same time her command of well-chosen language,
her sympathetic insight, and grasp of detail enabled
her to place vividly, before the old supporters of the
cause, new aspects of the work with which they had
been so long familiar.
Mrs. Bishop, however, did not confine herself to
deepening the zeal of those who already glowed
with the fire which burned in her own soul, nor
to winning over people whose critical faculties had
so far held them aloof. But, being admitted into
the inner councils of those in whose hands lay
the ultimate responsibility for operations in the
mission field, she placed at their disposal both her
unrivalled trained power of grasping local peculiarities,
and her critical wisdom. In this way she helped
.them — by making all her just criticisms their own —
to turn to account any past blunders that gave
336 THE CHANGING EAST [CHAP.XIII
rise to legitimately adverse comment, or that marred
the effectiveness of the work, and thus she enabled
them to attain a wider, truer outlook, and to tread,
with more efficiency than before, the difficult but
Christ-like path which lay before them.
Mr. Eugene Stock says that after her return from
China, she had long interviews with the Church Mis-
sionary Society Secretaries, in which she showed the
warmest sympathy and appreciation for the work as a
whole, but pointed out quite frankly what, here and
there, appeared to her to be flaws in their methods.
She also, he states, gave important advice bearing upon
the work of English women in the China Missions,
where women's work was beset with special difficulties
and required regulating with the most scrupulous
carefulness, in order to prevent those unnecessary
hindrances to the work due to ignorance and in-
experience, or to self-conceit and self-will. Chinese
etiquette, as to what is seemly for a woman, though
tiresome, certainly tended, she felt, to propriety, and
no young foreign woman could violate its rules
without injury to her work. She knew that, in one
province, the violations of etiquette, by some of the
lady missionaries, had been regarded as so likely to
lead to an outbreak that the attention of the Foreign
Office had been called to the matter. But, while she
laid great stress upon the importance of wisdom and
discretion on the part of all missionaries, and more
especially on the part of women, and while she valued
highly the services of the educated ladies on the
Society's staff, she nevertheless bore strong testimony
to the good work done in the far interior, by women
missionaries springing from the humbler social grades.
One whom she specially commended for wisdom and
earnestness — who afterwards died of small-pox, caught
SUGGESTIONS TO MISSIONARIES 337
in nursing a Chinese woman— was originally a factory
hand at Blackburn.
Mrs. Bishop, however, did not agree with the critics
of the treaty ports who think it unwise for English
women to live at remote stations where there are no
English men. On the contrary, she thought that two
women, not under thirty years of age, who had
experience of Chinese customs and language, might
wisely and safely occupy a station where there were
no other Europeans, provided they always had with
them a senior Chinese woman. She urged the
inexpediency of sending out fiancees to be married at
once to missionaries in China, as the young wife's
ignorance of the people subjected her to many
inconveniences, and interfered with her husband's
efficiency. She thought that such fiancees should be
a year or two in China, living with senior missionaries,
to study the language and customs of the land,
before marriage. She praised the arrangement of
the China Inland Mission which secures this, while
recognising the greater difficulty experienced by the
Church Missionary Society in adopting the plan,
owing to its missionaries being in provinces where
different languages and dialects are spoken, so that
a fiancee cannot easily be placed very far distant
from the missionary she is engaged to, although
such distance is highly desirable in view of the
Chinese feeling of propriety with regard to betrothed
people.
When speaking on the subject of women's dress in
China she strongly objected to the European dress
customary at treaty ports, which the Chinese regard
as scandalous. She much desired that all lady
missionaries would follow the example of those of
the China Inland Mission, and adopt Chinese costume,
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338 THE CHANGING EAST [CHAP, xm
" the only Oriental dress which Europeans can wear
with seemliness and dignity." Speaking at meetings at
Bristol in 1900, Mrs. Bishop mentions this " distaste
of Orientals for the Western garb, and the foreign
flavour with which Christianity is presented" as an
unfortunately little recognised difficulty in the way
of the spread of Christianity. She says :
It is not alone that it comes, as they think, to subvert
their social order, corrupt the morals of their women,
destroy their reverence for parents, old age, and
ancestors, and to introduce new and hateful customs ;
but its ideas have a Western dress, its phraseology is
foreign, and the pictures with which it illustrates its
teaching are foreign, indecorous in costume and pose,
and odious, so much so, that in the Hang Chow
Medical Mission Hospital it was found desirable to
take them down, to avoid the blasphemous and
unseemly criticisms which were made upon them,
and to present our Lord and His Apostles in Chinese
dress and surroundings.
Many stumbling-blocks, she felt, must be cleared
away, and many difficult questions solved, if Christi-
anity is not to be a precarious exotic in the East.
She was convinced it was of great importance that
Christianity should ally itself with all that was not
evil in the national life, that it should uphold native
nationality, that it should incorporate native methods
of instruction with our own, and conserve all customs
which are not contrary to its spirit. " Already," she
said, "many Oriental Christians are claiming with
earnest voices an Oriental Christ instead of a Christ
disguised in Western garb."
Only by native agency, under foreign instruction
and guiding, would, she believed, Christianity really
leaven the Eastern races. The native teacher, she said,
knows his countrymen and what will appeal to them,
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how to make points, how to clinch an argument by a
popular quotation from their own classics. He pre-
sents Christianity without the Western flavour.
Among the many difficult questions to be faced and
solved are such as that of the English Prayer Book.
Could, she asked, our Prayer Book, so intensely
Western in its style and conceptions, metaphysics
and language of adoration, and its ideas, many of
them so unthinkable to the Eastern mind, remain the
only manual of public devotion?
That Mrs. Bishop's ready help, in the solution of the
problems inherent in the work, was thoroughly appre-
ciated by those to whose councils she brought the
stores of her wisdom and earnestness, their own
testimony bears witness.
Mrs. Edward Bickersteth writes :
When we had the pleasure of welcoming Mrs. Bishop
to our S.P.G. Women's Committee as a Vice-President,
it interested me much to see the way in which she
turned to uses of practical help and counsel the know-
ledge she had gained in her many years of travel.
When in London she was a constant attendant at our
meetings, and she took special delight in those of our
Candidates' Committee, where her insight into char-
acter and ready sympathy gave her special power.
More than one candidate has been surprised to learn
that the gentle, quiet voice which gave her homely
hints as to care of health, or sympathetic encourage-
ment in her shyness, was that of the great traveller
and distinguished authoress. And here again her
deep spirituality was manifest. When as Hon. Secre-
tary for Women Candidates I went to her for advice I
knew that every question would be approached from
the highest standpoint.
Two fellow members of Committee, Miss Lucy
Phillimore (Vice-President), and Miss C. G. Bunyon,
have kindly sent recollections of Mrs. Bishop.
340 THE CHANGING EAST [CHAP, xm
Miss L. Phillimore says :
I knew her only on the General Committee, where
she came early and stayed to the end of the business,
following the discussions with great attention, not
often speaking unless appealed to, and then quietly
giving advice founded on her personal and local know-
ledge of the place. I was much struck by this over
the question of Miss Weston's House at Tokyo, when
Mrs. Bishop described the situation of Count Arina's
house (the building desired) with the fulness of detail
and minute knowledge with which one would describe
the most familiar corner of London. Again, in the
question of the marriage or marriage engagements of
missionaries, she gave the Committee advice based
on her knowledge of the aspect in which marriage
appeared to the native mind, and the etiquette with
which it was fenced round, a knowledge which was
peculiarly her own.
Miss Bunyon adds :
From her first appearance at the monthly meeting
of the Women's Work Committee of the S.P.G.
Mrs. Bishop made her presence felt. On questions of
principle and policy her low, quiet voice would give a
short sentence with an authority which made new
members of Committee ask, " Who is that ? " On one
occasion two plans being before the Committee, the
one having the advantage of economy and saving of
time, and the other carrying with it the difficulties
involved in building, she pressed with the greatest
earnestness for the ideal plan and the proper safe-
guarding and housing of English women missionaries.
" You do not know what native dwellings are," she
urged, her whole being lighting with a fire of con-
viction. She brought to her fellow workers the
knowledge of the real Far East, and gave them a
glimpse of what they might learn from her.
Of course all the missionary speeches, and the
other work to which Mrs. Bishop felt impelled to
give her time, were not conducive to the progress of
her book on Korea, though all August and September
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were intermittently occupied with revision of maps
and illustrations ; and Sir Walter Hillier, who was in
England, revised her proofs, supplied a preface, and
transliterated the Korean proper names on the basis
of a common system. She also welcomed suggestions
from Mr. Murray and adopted them en bloc. On
October 2, when visiting the Bishop of Exeter, she
could write :
So far as I am concerned, my Korean book will
be finished on the 4th. Sir Walter Hillier's preface
and mine have been in the printers' hands for
some days. Sir Walter Hillier's introduction, con-
sidering that he occupied a high station in Korea for
eleven years, should add some weight ; but as you said
long ago, " it is not a book for the man in the street."
I am convinced that actual letters merely corrected are
§the most vivid and popular form of presenting one's
impressions of a country. For those who do not read
for amusement, but for information, I hope that the
volumes contain much that is valuable.
When her book was completed a second missionary
journey began (October 6) which included Bourne-
mouth, Winchester, Birkenhead, Birmingham, and
fended (October 25) at Manchester, whence she went
on to friends in Edinburgh. Here one of her first
cares was to call at Messrs. Clarke's printing establish-
ment. She found her book was being delayed by a
machinists' strike, and that the men imported from
London were not up to their work ; and writes to
Mr. Murray (October 29) :
I was at Clarke's yesterday. Things are pretty
bad. Their premises are mobbed, and while they
have cabs at the front entrance as a blind, they
send the machinists away at the back in vans
which have brought paper. Young Mr. Clarke is
anxious to fight to the bitter end, but I think that
they will have to give in. My personal interest in it
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is that I fear it will delay the completion of my book,
although the letter-press is done.
Mrs. Bishop opened the session of the Scottish
Geographical Society (November 7) with her lecture
on "Western China." Lord Lothian presided, two
thousand people were present, and her reception was
enthusiastic. She repeated this lecture in Glasgow,
Dundee, and Aberdeen to crowded audiences.
I am delighted [she writes] with the kindness and
hospitality of Aberdeen, and spent one day like a
summer day on Deeside. I have become so used to
hearing myself called " the distinguished traveller and
explorer " that I am beginning to think myself as much
entitled to a medal as Mr. Curzon, and to wonder that
my friends don't think so too.
A missionary itinerary in Scotland succeeded these
lectures, and, as she wrote to Sir Walter Hillier, she
gave " fifty lectures and addresses before November 29."
She wound up her interrupted residence in Edinburgh
with a lecture at the Literary Institute on the 24th,
an afternoon address at the Free Church Hall on
the 2/th, and another to students on November 28.
Then she was released, and went to Tobermory to
rest two months at The Cottage. Her book was still
delayed, and she felt anxious lest this should be to
her disadvantage, for events in Korea were moving
rapidly. But at last the two volumes appeared, on
January 10, 1898, and by the nth 2,000 copies were
sold. On the same day an edition was published in
America.
Thank you [Mrs. Bishop writes to Sir Walter
Hillier] for the kind words about the volumes, which
are very greatly indebted to you for much more than
the preface, from which I am glad to see that the
reviews make copious extracts. It is a piece of
singular luck that the book should appear just now.
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It is by no means my best book, yet, owing to the
general interest, it has sold well. The tone of the
reviewers has gratified me, but I am amused to find
myself transplanted into the ranks of political writers
and quoted as an " authority on the political situation
in the Far East."
That Mrs. Bishop should be regarded as an authority
on her subject was not surprising, for she had made
good use of a great opportunity. Her four visits to
Korea had most fortunately coincided with the duration
of a critical episode, in the drama of Far Eastern
development, which nearly concerned politicians in
the West, but about which reliable information was
not to be easily obtained. Mrs. Bishop possessed,
as we have seen, the friendship and confidence of
Europeans resident in Seoul who were thoroughly
acquainted with the country ; they had initiated her
into the inner life of the isolated " hermit nation "
that, for centuries, had repelled investigation, and
she had profited, to the utmost, by these exceptional
facilities for the intimate study of a peculiarly
interesting situation.
CHAPTER XIV
LAST JOURNEYS
MRS. BISHOP'S last record in her diary for 1897 is —
Farewell, year ! Thy griefs and pains
Now are gathered to the past.
She sent out her New Year's card, with two
mottoes : Russell Lowell's " Not failure but low aim
is crime," and the old Korean proverb — "You can
recover an arrow that you have shot, but not a word
that you have spoken."
After the publication of Korea and her Neighbours,
she received daily letters of congratulation and innu-
merable reviews, all " monotonously favourable " and
recognising the closeness of observation, accuracy of
fact, and correctness of inference displayed in it.
She admitted that the consensus of favourable opinion
on the book, and the recognition of the labour
bestowed on it, were very gratifying, " as it cost me
more toil and careful investigation than all my other
books put together." She writes (January 19), before
the book had been out ten days : " The second edition
is to be ready on Friday and is more than half ordered.
It is the political interest which is selling it." In a
letter to Sir Thomas Grainger Stewart she strikes
the same note :
It is less as a book of travels, than as a book on
the political situation that it is commended, and it was
just the political part which I thought would bring
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down a good deal of hostile criticism. Lord Salisbury
writes to Mr. Murray that he is in the midst of it.
Its success is equally great in America, making five
editions in all. This success was quite unlocked for,
and I am very glad to have the hard and conscientious
work of a year so fully recognised.
But she paid the penalty of her strenuous exertions,
for she writes (January 19) from Tobermory :
I quite collapsed after coming here, and was not
downstairs for more than three weeks. My spine
has been nearly as bad as in its worst days, and con-
tinues, in spite of blisters, to be very painful, and
weakness makes going about in this hilly place
impossible. Otherwise The Cottage and its memories
are delightful and I wish I could stay here four
months longer. There are no worries and so much
freedom and peace. But there are few with whom
one can exchange any educated ideas. The people
perish of brain-rust, a malady which appears to me
to affect eight out of ten people elsewhere than in
Tobermory. How few people study, or work mentally
except as a means of living ! To most people there
is little true, nothing new, and nothing matters.
She writes later to Mrs. Bagshawe :
You cannot think what the rest is to me. To stay
in bed or to get up as I feel inclined ; to take up a book
for pleasure merely ; to sit with my feet on the fender
and sew ; to develop and print photographs ; to watch
nature in her fiercest phases and be alone with her ;
and to have time to recall the sacred memories of
which this cottage is the shrine.
She left on the last day of January and got into
her new house in London a fortnight later. "Toiled
all day," is a frequent entry during February. Room
by room the house was set in order, she hung pictures
and curtains, arranged her books and superintended
the disposal of the furniture herself; and she writes
to Lady Middleton :
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I have not room to unpack, yet the little house
has a sort of homey, old-fashioned look, and for the
first time for fourteen years I am able to offer
hospitality to my friends. I should never be a
Londoner, fond as I am of London, but just now I am
getting on fairly well, though much fatigued. Since
my book came out, I have spoken at several Liberal-
Unionist political meetings on the Chinese question.
During the next four months, she was very busy
with missionary addresses, and with the social engage-
ments which naturally increased as the season went
on ; and though her house was always full of visitors,
she left them free to come or go, at their pleasure, and
felt equally free herself, to lunch or dine out, to attend
a Chinese debate in the House of Commons, to lecture
on New Japan and Korea, or to wander off on the
missionary work which led her once as far afield as
Dublin. One engagement, to dine with Mr. and Mrs.
Murray, developed in a manner which must have
caused some surprise to her household. On rising
to leave, she found herself without her latch-key, and,
not daring to go home and ring up " the Dragon,"
she cast herself on her hosts' ready hospitality and
spent the night under their roof; having attended
morning prayers and breakfast, in evening dress
with fan and handkerchief in hand, she only appeared
on her own doorstep in the course of the morning.
Amongst many names recorded in her engagement
book this summer, occur those of Lady Jane Taylor
— who, as Lady Jane Hay, was her girlhood's friend
at Wyton — of Mr. and Mrs. Bullock, who paid her
several visits at Earl's Terrace, of Colonel Sawyer,
Sir Walter Hillier, Miss Kingsley, Count Ugo Balzani,
Mrs. J. R. Green, Sir William and Lady Hunter, and
Mrs. Glassford Bell.
By Jury 25 sne was in Edinburgh, opening a
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Missionary Loan Exhibition, at which she gave an
address every afternoon for four days ; and this was
followed by an active missionary campaign — including
Melrose, St. Boswells, Ripon, York, and Scarborough
— which proved too much for her. Her health broke
down again in August, as she writes to Miss Cullen :
The consequences of my missionary addresses have
been so bad that I am actually and really resting,
being only able to go from one room to another.
I faddle away the days and have seen no one to speak
to for a week. I am thankful for the time being to
have such a charming house and good servants, but
I fear I shall hardly be able to remain here till the end
of my time. It is very well while London is empty.
The five weeks of enforced quiet at home, to which
she submitted, were broken into by two restful visits
to Mrs. Brown, and the " faddling away the days "
included developing and printing many of her Chinese,
Japanese, and Korean photographs ; these she was
selling to swell the salary of Dr. Pruen, a medical
missionary at Paoning-fu. She was also occupied in
learning to make lantern slides for her lectures, and
in preparing papers on the " Mantze of the Tsu-ku-
Shan mountains," which she was to read at the Clifton
meeting of the British Association in September.
This she did, and she also fulfilled some missionary
engagements, deriving special pleasure from a lecture
at Tattenhall, which involved a visit to her friend
Mrs. Barbour of Bolesworth. But she writes to
Miss Cullen (October 13) :
I managed to read my papers at the British
Association and came back to be ill again, and am
now only just beginning to get out. I have a return
of the malady in my spine, the head attacks, and a
lame, painful knee. I had not given a missionary
address for weeks till I made two on Monday at
348 LAST JOURNEYS [CHAP, xiv
Guildford, for Bishop Ingham. I like London and
find my house quite charming, enabling me to carry
out to the full my project of making it a " Hostel."
I have two or three guests nearly always sleeping
here, and they enjoy their freedom and pass-keys !
My last, who have just left me, were Bishop and
Mrs. Royston and Mr. Masujima for a fortnight — a
heathen Japanese and a singularly able man, leader
of the Tokyo Bar, Adviser to the Department of
Foreign Affairs, etc. He was most interesting both
on England and Japan, and discussed affairs within
the English Church with an amount of knowledge and
insight I seldom see.
The current of her thoughts was diverted, from
all her minor occupations, by Mr. Murray's request
that she should put into literary form her notes on
the Yangtze River and on Western China, and this
arduous task she began on the last day of October,
1898, only to have her work interrupted by an out-
break of house-hunting. This time Mrs. Bishop was
bent on securing a house in the country near Houghton
and Wyton. Residence in London involved her
in too much social life, and she designed to escape
from that tax upon her increasingly delicate health.
She enjoyed the life, and, meeting as she did the most
interesting and active workers of the time, whether
in politics, philanthropy, science, or literature, she
would gladly have retained her place in their midst.
But the state of her health made it impossible for
her to combine both literary and public work with
the whirl of entertaining and being entertained, and she
allowed herself to be swayed, in the choice of a home,
by the memories of her youth and the neighbourhood
of her almost lifelong friend Mrs. Brown, at Houghton.
The house eventually chosen was Hartford Hurst,
on the Ouse, in the next parish to Wyton. It was
taken for a long lease from March, 1899, a year before
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her lease of 20 Earl's Terrace expired. But there was
much to do in the way of improvement and addition,
and she did not propose to take possession till August.
A letter to Lady Middleton (February 5, 1899)
gives some of her reasons for the step.
In the autumn I was urged to write a book on the
Yangtze Valley, which means working for six hours a
day for the next eight months, through the London
season, and through a complete move of all my goods
and chattels to Huntingdonshire. I took my house at
Earl's Terrace for two years, chiefly to have a nice place
in which to receive my friends, but I never expected that
I should be able to remain longer than two years, and
my health has so broken down under the strain of
London life that I have decided to leave it in August.
I should not care to live in London unless I were
strong enough to be in the thick of things, and old age
is coming on with leaps and bounds. So I am taking
a lease of Hartford Hurst, an hour and a quarter from
London and a mile from Huntingdon, in a village
street with three acres of ground and a boat-house on
the Ouse. It is a very unideal house in an unideal
neighbourhood, but the next parish was my father's
last parish, and I spent there a happy youth from
sixteen to twenty-seven, and it is less trouble to go
into a neighbourhood which I know intimately, than
to make acquaintance with a new one. At all events
it is a pied-a-terre so long as I can move about, and
when I can't it may prove a haven. It is very odd to
look at all things in the light of old age, and I am
trying resolutely to face it, thankful all the time that
my best-beloved never knew it and that they had
neither to live nor die alone.
Mrs. Bishop remained in town all the winter and
kept steadily to her work on China, of which, by
February, she had completed one-third. On the i4th
of that month I went to pay her a week's visit ; she
was far from well, but was constantly engaged and
saw many friends, especially, at that time, Miss
Kingsley, Miss Kinnaird, and Mrs. Palmer. I can
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remember only one evening on which she dined at
home, but an incident connected with the hour after
dinner has impressed it indelibly on my memory.
When we came up to the drawing-room, she sat
down upon the sofa and asked me to sit beside her.
She wore a Chinese dress of delicate lavender brocade,
made Chinese fashion and very comfortable. She
took my hand and said : " I wish to speak to you
about a matter that is on my mind; I feel very ill
and have little doubt that my years are nearly
numbered. When I die, it may be that my memory
will perish with me, but it also may be that others
will care to know something about me. I hardly
expect it— but should there come a call for my bio-
graphy, will you write it ? I should wish it to be
written by you."
The suggestion was so sudden, and so complicated
with pain and thoughts of many kinds, that it was
impossible to say more than " yes." The matter
was not further alluded to, and the summer passed
in the same pressure of engagements as the spring.
She continued hard at work on the Chinese book ;
and though it was not till August 24 that she com-
pleted it, yet most of it was in type, and fully revised,
long before. She took infinite pains with the illus-
trations, which were produced from photographs
taken during her tour, with the addition of repro-
ductions of three interesting old Chinese pictures
given her by the Chinese Inland Mission. Lord
Salisbury accepted the dedication in a letter which
gratified her. " Such a recognition, from such a man,
in such a position, is worth a great deal to an author."
Early in September she took leave of 20 Earl's
Terrace, and stayed a few days with Mrs. Palmer
at 10 Grosvenor Crescent, before following her
MRS. BISHOP IN MANCHU; DRESS.
YANGTZE VALLEY AND BEYOND 351
furniture to Hartford Hurst. She had been fortunate
enough to secure Blair's return to her service, and
installed her at the Hurst as housekeeper. She
herself stayed with Mrs. Brown, while her house
was being made habitable, and indeed that autumn
she did not spend more than a week in it ; its loneli-
ness overpowered her, and the Elms attracted her
to remain within the shelter of its comfort and
loving care.
About the middle of October she went north to
Tobermory, staying on her way with old friends in
Edinburgh till November n. Sir Thomas Grainger
Stewart was in bad health, and when she bade him
good-bye it was with a mournful presentiment, for she
entered the incident in her diary as "so sad." Mrs.
Bishop seems to have collapsed immediately after her
arrival at Tobermory and to have turned with aversion
from all work, visiting, and exertion, for about three
weeks. She sat by the fire, read nothing but the news-
papers, urged by the tragic interest of the Boer War,
sewed a great deal, and chatted with Mrs. and Miss
Macdonald, who spent every possible evening with her.
Her book, The Yangtze Valley and Beyond^ was
published in November, but England was preoccupied
with the Boer War, and at first it received less
attention than her Korean volumes had done. Lord
Salisbury read it with care, and wrote twice to her
expressing his appreciation. The reviews were
favourable, and many of them even intelligent. But
the moment was unpropitious, for South Africa held
all hearts and minds, and the Far East was obliterated
for a time.
I am sorry [she wrote to Sir Walter Hillier on
December 8], for I put ten months of hard work into
it, and I should like to have imposed some of my
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opinions on a larger circle of readers than it is likely
I shall have.
A little later on, when South African affairs were
less engrossing, Mrs. Bishop was cheered by hearing
that the sale of her book had improved greatly. In
this letter she goes on to tell her correspondent that
Dr. Scott Keltic had asked her to contribute the
article on Korea to The Times supplement of the
Encyclopaedia Britannica, and that she felt that she
should not let the " honour go past."
Then in allusion to the Church Congress of the
foregoing October, at which she had read a paper,
she continues :
I was much disappointed with the Church Congress.
It hung flat. From my own experience in reading a
Eaper there, I think it is hardly possible to put life and
re into twenty minutes' papers, prepared as they
must be weeks before. Only those either of pure fact
or argument can stand this process. The most
interesting was by Lord Halifax (though I have no
sympathy with his desire to return to religious
mediaevalism), because it had'the energy of conviction
and the glow of devotion.
That winter was cold and damp. Snow, rain, and
storms of wind depressed all December and much of
January. Influenza was rife, and many deaths amongst
the older people diminished the number of her friends.
A not unexpected death in Edinburgh filled up her cup
of sorrow, for on February 3, 1900, her faithful and
ever-helpful friend Sir Thomas Grainger Stewart
passed from suffering into peace.
I have thought of you all and of nothing else for
these two days [she writes on the 4th to Lady Grain-
fer Stewart] ; they have been such glorious days, and
felt how the brilliant sunshine must almost have
jarred upon those who have been sitting with darkened
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hearts in the bereft and darkened home. I have
pictured you all as worn out, and yet I have felt that
each would try and strengthen the other to bear what
must be borne, in such a united family, all sorrowing.
And I pray constantly, that such comfort as you are
able to receive may come from thoughts of " the good
fight foughten well, and of his crowned brow." And
thoughts too of the singularly happy home life, which
your beloved husband had, and how in all these years
wife and children have been a ceaseless source of
conscious joy. . . . To me for thirty years he had been
such a true and trusted friend, the one to whom my
thoughts specially turned in any new interest or
change of circumstances — and then to my husband,
who, on hearing two days before his death that there
was a letter from Sir Thomas, which he was too weak
to hear, whispered with a smile — " most true and trusted
friend." Nothing endeared your husband more to me
than his abiding sense of loss in that death. I look
back upon his years of kindness to me, his delightful
conversation giving me of his best, and his appreciative
insight into Hennie and my husband, and feel life very
blank and poor to-day, an emptiness in it never to be
filled. I never dreamed that he would go before me,
and yet when I wished him good-bye I had a terrible
presentiment that it was farewell.
To Mrs. Blackie, Mrs. Bishop writes (February 18):
No pain, no pang of parting — then silence for ever.
And where do they all go ? And where are we going ?
A greater loss could not have befallen me, not only of
a doctor who never made a mistake in his advice, but
of a most true and faithful friend to me and my
husband. I have rarely seen a man so unselfish in his
own house, so careful and considerate for others. A
few weeks ago he insisted on giving up morphia,
feeling that it made him irritable. How pathetic life
becomes when its landmarks are graves alone. I have
felt profoundly depressed during this my last winter
here, and the indifference of my friends to my last book,
my youngest child, the child of my old age, has hurt
and grieved me much. So much of life and self went
into it and ten months of severe toil. I have read very
little except newspapers; I have sewed a great deal
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and have been working for the last month at a long
and stiff paper for the Encyclopedia Britannica. I go
among the people, hear a good deal, but everything
is done with a heartache and an awful feeling of
loneliness.
That winter Mrs. Bishop had come to the conclusion
that the cottage at Tobermory must be given up.
Already during the winter of 1896-7 she had been
shocked and grieved by the stagnation of religious life,
the increase of intemperance, the growing callousness
to all good counsel, and, even then, she had referred
in a letter, to the deterioration which, on her return, she
found had taken place during her long absence.
Tobermory is certainly four years worse. Drink is
ravaging it. Several young men are at this time dying
of it, and many of the older men have come to wreck with
it since I was last here. The Temperance Society and
the Band of Hope are both defunct. And this after it
has been worked for and wept for and prayed for with
strong crying and tears time out of mind.
Later on she spoke of this to me, adding that the old
piety, which made the West Highland Sunday a day of
peace and worship, was almost extinct, and that un-
belief was degrading the people whom her sister had
loved and served. That the matter was much in her
mind is shown by a paragraph in her book on China.
She describes the way that, on the Yangtze and in
Canton, she had seen the Chinese celebrate their great
festival New Year's day, saying that the solemnity and
stillness, of the first hours of the great day, reminded
her of an old-fashioned Scotch Sunday. Later on, she
said, followed feasting and fireworks ; but universal
politeness and good behaviour prevailed, and, owing to
the moderate use of intoxicants, the three days of this
universal holiday passed by without turmoil or dis-
grace, and the population went back to trade and work
TOBERMORY 355
not demoralised by its spell of social festivity. And
she concluded :
So the most ancient of the world's existing civilisa-
tions comports itself on its great holiday, while our
civilisation of yesterday, especially in Scotland, what
with " first-footing " and " treating," is apt to turn the
holiday into a pandemonium.
This year all noticed a great change in the attitude
of the villagers towards her efforts on their behalf.
She made a despairing attempt to reclaim the women
drunkards, whose roll had lamentably lengthened, and
she was recompensed with their anger. It seemed
as if all that she had done were futile, though the
Y.W.C.A. continued to flourish in Mrs. Allan's capable
hands, and thanks to her unremitting exertions. In
February Mrs. Bishop wrote :
The place does not improve. The people are so intel-
lectually lazy and so spiritually dead, and so contented
merely to vegetate. It is pitiable and blamable, and I
see no hope that things will ever be any better. I
think that " the day of visitation " was when she was
here. She influenced Tobermory at least for the time
being and some persons permanently. It is hard to
me to love the Tobermory people, and without love one
is useless.
She had indeed many educated friends at Tobermory
who were devoted to her and thoroughly appreciated
the elevating influence of her life. " We lived better
lives for her presence amongst us," said Mrs. McLach-
lan of Badarroch ; " unconsciously we tried to live as
she did — for others." " Here we can think no evil
thought, far less speak one evil word," said Dr. Alex-
ander Macdonald at The Cottage one day. But the
hills tried her heart, and the three days' journey to
England was a drawback. So, feeling that, since she
could no longer redeem the lives of her poorer
356 LAST JOURNEYS [CHAP, xiv
neighbours, her ties to Toberrnory were loosened, she
very reluctantly gave the Free Church deacons' court
notice that she would give up The Cottage at the term,
and in the month of March began the slow process of
packing her possessions, for despatch to Hartford
Hurst.
On Sunday, March u, she took a walk with Miss
Macdonald towards the lighthouse. She slipped on
one rock and fell down another, with her whole weight
on her left knee, the joint of which was badly injured.
She saved herself, from falling down the cliff to the
sea, by seizing hold of a tree, and this sprained her
right arm and lacerated one of its tendons. Miss
Macdonald managed to get her home, and Mrs. Mac-
donald fomented the swollen and injured knee and
bandaged her arm, but for a long time she was lame
and her arm was maimed. So these helpful friends
undertook to pack, while Mrs. Bishop worked slowly
at her article on Korea. It was finished by March 20.
On Thursday, the 29th, she said farewell to the members
of the Y.W.C.A., and the days following were given
up to taking leave of her friends. Sunday, April i,
was the last day that she spent at The Cottage. She
had written to Mrs. Macdiarmid :
I give up this blessed cottage and the life inherited
from her, at the term, and leave it finally on April 4.
... It is hard — God alone knows how hard— and it
closes a chapter in my life, with all the lovely and
pathetic memories, first of her and then of my husband.
I; have had The Cottage nearly twenty years. I have
not been comfortable here this winter.
On the day she left she wrote again to Mrs. Mac-
diarmid :
Hector Mackinnon has packed all the things, the dear
things associated with her, which I cannot part from and
,900] LEAVING THE COTTAGE 357
which will furnish my bedroom and boudoir in my
English house, but they will never be the same as here.
I am taking some of her loved plants too, the bulbs and
cuttings from the ivy. . . . Would that I could take
the bay, the moorland, the sunsets, all that she loved
and that I loved so well. I think I would rather die
here than live anywhere else.
She spent her last days at Heanish and stayed with
the Macdonalds till Wednesday, the 4th, when she
left Tobermory for ever. On her way south Mrs.
Bishop spent two days in Edinburgh, with Miss Nelson
at Abney House, and accounted for her very noticeable
lameness by saying, " I fell over the cliff shortly
before leaving Tobermory." Sfie betrayed such
unwonted nervousness, about her journey to Hunting-
don, that Miss Nelson, to reassure her, went to the
stationmaster arid secured her seat beforehand.
A time of restless activity succeeded Mrs. Bishop's
journey south. Visits, lectures, occasional rushes to
Hartford Hurst, lodgings in London all May and
June, the season's social swirl, three weeks of July
devoted to visiting her relatives, and a final week with
Mrs. Palmer, at 10 Grosvenor Crescent, occupied four
months, from the records of which it is difficult to
gather any matter of definite interest. On June 25
she was present at the Women Writers' annual dinner
and was " bored " — and who shall wonder ?
In her rooms at Kensington Crescent, not far from
Earl's Terrace, visitors were ceaseless. She lunched
and dined out almost daily, and there are few allusions
to her injured knee and arm. Perhaps the relief of
having no book on hand made all this movement
pleasurable, but she was not solely absorbed in it.
In a letter to Sir Walter Hillier (May 14) she says :
I have begun French conversation lessons, lessons in
photography (developing, platinotyping, and lantern-
358 LAST JOURNEYS [CHAP, xiv
slide making by reduction), and am preparing to take
a few cooking lessons. I am also ordering a tricycle
in the hope of getting more exercise."
She was, in fact, planning new travels and had told
her correspondent so in February :
I propose to go away for the winter, to Algiers and
Morocco possibly. I am not able now for long rides
and climbs on foot, but I feel quite able for modified
travelling, and should like to go up the West River
in China, and by ways I know not from the head of
its navigation to reach To-chien-lu and get up to
Somo and Sieng-pon-ling and thence to Peking. But
I suppose this would be hardly safe alone. It could
be done by boat and chair.
The two schemes were in her mind at once. Her
friend Sir Ernest Satow had been sent to Peking as
British Minister, and had invited her to come and
spend a winter at the Legation there. Her former
visit to Peking had been cut short, and the thought
of some months in security " behind the scenes " was
most stimulating. But the state of her knee and arm
forbade the farther journey, and her attention was
limited to Morocco.
It was not till August that she went to Hartford
Hurst, and set herself seriously to convert the house
into a home. She had avoided it, for a whole year,
but now the associations, connected with the river
and the neighbourhood, began to act upon her and
she made it her headquarters till December. More
cannot be said, for, besides constant visits to the Elms,
she had numberless autumn engagements. In a letter
to Miss Cullen she says (August 29) :
After a great deal of going hither and thither, I came
here some weeks ago, having two servants. The
Miss Kers came the next day for ten days. It was
a very bright time. They were at once followed by
i9oo] VISITORS AT THE HURST 359
Mrs. J. R. Green, the widow of the historian, and
Mr. Taylor, a Dublin barrister, Mr. Ball, the art-director
at Cassell's, and K. Maclean, formerly of Tobermory.
I am alone for a little now, and very glad to be so, as
the unpacking and arranging are not nearly finished.
On September 21 I go for a week to Newcastle to the
Church Congress, where I have been asked to read
a paper, and to speak twice, as well as to speak at a
Church Army gathering. Then I purpose to return
and receive visitors till October 16, when I go to
Leeds to give six lectures, after which I have very
many engagements till November 22. I find house-
keeping a great tax. It is easy enough when shops
are near, and fish and poultry can be obtained to give
variety for guests. I see much of Mrs. Brown, whose
thoughtfulness is unfailing.
Mrs. Bishop's arm was now less crippled, and she
could row her visitors on the Ouse for an hour at a
time, as well as go constantly alone by river to
Houghton, where she could fasten her boat and walk
up to the Elms by a short lane.
Mr. Ball had come to arrange about the publication
of a hundred and twenty-six of her Chinese photo-
graphs, with explanatory notes, dictated to him during
his stay, and the square green book was published
that autumn by Messrs. Cassell under the title Chinese
Pictures.
It is doubtful whether she ever became really
attached to the Hurst. She wrote towards the end
of her stay that autumn to Mrs. Macdonald :
I do not know that I shall ever like it. If I could
get rest I might, but I am very hard worked and have
before me weeks of lectures and addresses on missions
and on China, after which I purposed to go for the
winter either to Morocco or China — and now a letter
has come from the Bishop of Calcutta asking me if
I will go to India for the winter and help to fill the
place of some workers who have broken down and
have had to come home. The work is in connection
36o LAST JOURNEYS [CHAP, xiv
with those famine relief funds which have been placed
in the hands of missionaries.
This invitation Mrs. Bishop finally declined. Her
arduous missionary campaign ended, she returned to
Hartford Hurst, on the last day of November, for a
few days, to pack up for the journey to Morocco,
and then took lodgings in London for a fortnight.
In sixteen hours [she writes to Miss Cullen,
December 22] I am to sail. The steamer goes first
to the West African coast, then to Gibraltar, and
lastly to Tangier, where she should arrive on January 4.
The steamer company has sent me a free ticket, the
fifth I have had. I propose to go first to the Villa de
France. It is absolute rest that I must have, if I am
to do any work in the world, so I am not taking any
introductions for Tangier. I am taking for rest,
photography, embroidery, and water-colours.
The steamer reached Tangier on New Year's Day,
1901, and Mrs. Bishop spent altogether six months in
Morocco ; part of the time, however, she was incapaci-
tated by illness. She apparently did not attain the
rest which she set out to seek, for she rode, she says :
in all 1,000 miles, visiting the northern and southern
capitals, the holy city of Wazan, the coast cities, many
of the agricultural and pastoral districts of the interior,
and journeying, among the Berbers of the Atlas moun-
tains, as far as the Castle of Glowa, on the southern
slope of the pass of the same name, between the capital
and Tafilet.
After her return to England, she refused to write
a book on Morocco, on account of her scanty notes;
but she put together an article for The Monthly Review
(October 1901) which, although it gives no account
of her doings, yet is full of vivid impressions of the
country and its people.
WEST GATE AT CHIA-LING Fu.
Specimen of one of Mrs. Bishop's Chinese photographs.
i9oi] CAMPING IN MOROCCO 361
Soon after her arrival, she contracted blood-
poisoning and was three weeks in bed, at the Villa
de France, with such high fever that she was not
allowed even to see her letters; it was not till
February 8 that she could read the Times account
of Queen Victoria's funeral. Later, Dr. Roberts, who
attended her, removed her to his own home at the
Medical Mission Hospital, and on March 4 she was
able to leave by sea for Mogador and two months'
camping. She wrote (March 16) to Mrs. Brown from
Marakesh (Morocco City) :
I left Tangier and had a severe two days' voyage
to Mazagan, where the landing was so terrible, and the
sea so wild, that the captain insisted on my being
lowered into the boat, by the ship's crane, in a coal
basket. The officers and passengers cheered my pluck
as the boat mounted a huge breaking surge on her
landward adventure. No cargo could be landed. I
have never been in a boat in so rough a sea. Before
leaving the steamer I had a return of fever; and when
the only camping-ground turned out to be a soaked
ploughed field with water standing in the furrows, and
the tent was pitched in a storm of wind and rain, and
many of the tent-pegs would not hold, and when the
head of my bed went down into the slush when I lay
down, I thought I should die there — but I had no more
illness or fever ! A first night in camp is always
trying, but this was chaos, for we had not expected
to camp, and had not the necessaries ; my servant,
Mohammed, the worst I have ever had, is not only
ignorant and incompetent, but most disagreeable.
After an awful night — during which the heavy wet end
of my tent, having broken loose, flapped constantly
against my head — things mended. The rain ceased,
and when a ground-sheet had native matting over it,
the tent looked tolerable. We left with camel, mule,
donkey, and horse, after three days, and travelled here,
126 miles, in six days, in very fine weather.
Marakesh is awful ; an African city of 80,000 people,
the most crowded, noisiest, vilest, filthiest, busiest
city I have seen in the world. It terrifies me. It is
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the great Mohammedan feast, lasting a week, and
several thousand tribesmen — sheiks, with their re-
tainers— are here, all armed, mounted on their superb
barbs, splendidly caparisoned — men wild as the moun-
tains and deserts from which they come here to do
homage to the Sultan and exhibit the national game
of powder-play.
I have seen several grand sights — the Sultan in the
midst of his brilliant army, receiving the homage of
the sheiks, and on another day, similarly surrounded,
killing a sheep in memory of Abraham's sacrifice of
Isaac, and as an atonement for the sins of the year.
I was at the last in Moorish disguise, pure white and
veiled, through the good offices of Kaid Maclean [Sir
Harry de Vere Maclean, for twenty-five years the
generalissimo of the Sultan's army] — a Maclean of
Loch Buie in Mull. I have a Moorish house to myself
with a courtyard choked with orange-trees in blossom
and fruit. I also have what is a terror to me, a
magnificent barb, the property of the Sultan ; a most
powerful black charger, a huge fellow far too much
for me, equipped with crimson trappings and a peaked
crimson saddle, eighteen inches above his back. I have
to carry a light ladder for getting on and off! I have
been waiting for three days to get away and make an
expedition into the Atlas range, whose glittering
snows form a semi-circle round half the plain.
The day before Mrs. Bishop left Marakesh, she was
received by the Sultan, who gave her an audience
lasting twenty minutes and showed much interest in
her photography, a craft in which he was himself an
expert. He had just had two photographic cameras
made for him by Adams of Charing Cross Road.
One of i8-carat gold cost 2,000 guineas, the other of
silver £900. Mrs. Bishop now left for the expedition
in the Atlas, and travelled nominally as the Sultan's
guest. She was hospitably received in the castles
of the Berber sheiks and khalifas, and witnessed a life
which, though on a larger scale, resembles greatly that
lived by the mediaeval barons of our border castles.
i9oi] IN THE ATLAS MOUNTAINS 363
The fortress of the hereditary Kaid of Glowa, the
richest and most powerful of the chiefs, is, she says,
a huge double-towered pile of stone, on a height, with
high walls and provisioned for a considerable term,
and contains, besides five hundred human beings,
great wealth in slaves, flocks, herds, arms and am-
munition.
She wrote to Mrs. Brown from one of these Berber
strongholds, Zarktan Castle :
With mules, horses, and soldiers, and with Mr.
Summers as fellow traveller, I left the din and devilry
of Marakesh — as the Sultan's guest — and have been
travelling six hours daily since, camping four nights
and sleeping two in the castles of these wild tribes
till to-night, when we are camped in the fastnesses
of the great Atlas range at a height of i,opo feet, in
as wild a region as can be imagined. This journey
differs considerably from any other and it is as
rough as the roughest. I never expected to do such
travelling again. You would fail to recognise your
infirm friend astride on a superb horse in full blue
trousers and a short full skirt, with great brass spurs
belonging to the generalissimo of the Moorish army,
and riding down places awful even to think of, where
a rolling stone or a slip would mean destruction. In
these wild mountains we are among tribes which Rome
failed to conquer. It is evidently air and riding which
do me good. I never realised this so vividly as now.
I am fortunate in having such a fellow traveller, in
capability, kindness and knowledge of the language
and people, a strong, manly, resourceful man, never
worried (and what worries there are !) and with
absolute control of temper. He arranges and pays
everything, and I settle once a week. My servant is
of the worst kind, lazy, dirty, incompetent, dishonest,
and he does not know a word of English. This is an
awful country, the worst I have been in. The oppres-
sion and cruelty are hellish — no one is safe. The
country is rotten to the core, eaten up by abominable
vices, no one is to be trusted. Every day deepens my
horror of its deplorable and unspeakable vileness.
Truly Satan's seat is here.
364 LAST JOURNEYS [CHAP, xiv
She thought Morocco the darkest spot of the world
she had seen : corrupt and immoral to an extent she
had not seen in heathen lands. For the common
Mohammedan religion was, she thought —
at once the curse of Morocco, and the most formid-
able obstacle in the way of progress, chaining all
thought in the fetters of the seventh century, steeping
its votaries in the most intolerant bigotry and the
narrowest conceit, and encouraging fanaticism which
regards with approval the delirious excesses of the
Aissawa and the Hamdusha.
As to government, she says, practically there is none.
The Sultan has no power over much of the Empire ;
he cannot collect taxes, punish crime, secure the safety
of goods and travellers, or even pass himself ijrom
Morocco city to Fez by a direct route. . . . Life is of
no account. Much as I had heard of the misgovern-
ment of Morocco, I was not prepared to find the reality
far worse than reported, or for the consensus of opinion
among Arabs, Jews, and Europeans as to the infamies
of the administration with which the country is cursed.
. . , " The government," they say, " is like a fire
burning us.' . . . Alike in the trading cities of the
coast and interior and in the clusters of reed huts, or
brown tents, which are the migratory dwellings of the
agricultural populations, the same tales are told and
told truthfully ... of the crimes done in the Sultan's
name ... of the intolerable exactions at the pleasure of
the Kaids, of the absolute insecurity of the earnings of
labour, of the confiscation of crops by the Kaids, of the
right exercised by them liberally of throwing their
enemies, and all men rich enough to be worth robbing,
into dungeons, the horrors of which are well known
in England, and of innumerable other wrongs.
Nor was she hopeful as to the prospects of the
promised reforms.
Reform in Morocco [she says] cannot come from
within, and any measure of amelioration, of her dis-
graceful and deplorable condition, must be carried out
INTERVIEW WITH THE SULTAN 365
by men brought up in other schools than hers, where
misgovernment has the sanctity of antiquity and honest
men are lacking.
Mrs. Bishop and Mr. Summers returned to Marakesh
on the 24th, and left again on April 29, on which
day she continued her interesting letter to Mrs. Brown.
The journey of twenty-one days is over. The last
day I rode thirty miles and walked two. Is it not
wonderful that even at my advanced age this life
should affect me thus ? My horse is the great difficulty ;
I have to mount from a step-ladder as high as the
horse. It was a splendid journey; we were enter-
tained everywhere at the great castles of the Berber
sheiks as guests of the Sultan. The bridle tracts on
the Atlas are awful — mere rock-ladders, or smooth
faces of shelving rock. We lamed two horses, and
one mule went over a precipice, rolling over four
times before he touched the bottom. We had guides,
soldiers, and slaves with us. The weather was dry
and bracing. To-day I had an interview with the
Sultan through the good offices of Kaid Maclean. It
was very interesting, but had to be very secretly
managed, for fear of the fanatical hatred to Christians.
I wish it could have been photographed — the young
Sultan on his throne on a high dai's, in pure white ;
the minister of war also in white standing at the right
below the steps of the throne ; Kaid Maclean in his
beautiful Zouave uniform standing on the left and
interpreting for me ; I standing in front below the steps
of the throne, bare-headed and in black silk, the only
European woman who has ever seen an Emperor of
Morocco ! as I am the first who has ever entered the
Atlas Mountains and who has ever visited the fierce
Berber tribes. When I wished the Sultan long life and
happiness at parting, he said that he hoped when his
hair was as white as mine, he might have as much
energy as I have ! So I am not quite shelved yet ! I
feel much energy physically while the weather keeps
cool as now, but none mentally — even the writing a
note is a burden — so I have very reluctantly cancelled
my engagements for June, and begin a northward
journey of five hundred miles to live in tents and ride !
I now possess a mule and a camel !
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Mrs. Bishop was inclined to agree, with the French
Consul-General, that'much of the intellectual deteriora-
tion and decay of the Arab race in Morocco, and much
of the sensuality and brutal passion which disfigure
it, are due to the enormous and continual infusion of
African blood which was obvious everywhere.
The Arab [she says] has lost, and is losing, the race
characteristics which he brought with him from Asia,
including the energy of conquest and the creative
genius, which endowed Morocco with once beautiful
buildings, now falling into unchecked decay.
The Berber of the mountains, however, with his
narrow head, somewhat classic features, tall and
active form — barely conquered by Roman or Arab-
retains definite racial characteristics, and she con-
sidered them by far the finest of the races which
people Morocco. She says :
The Berber mountaineers are a purer and finer race
than the Arabs. . . . They are energetic, warlike, and
hospitable ; fanatical Moslems, though most lax in
religious observances; given to blood-feuds, tribal
fighting, and manly games, and loving warfare above
all other pastimes. The women, except those of the
highest class, are not secluded or veiled, and have some
influence in their villages.
She kept a few notes of her ride in the Atlas, but of
no other portion of her stay in Morocco, the " brain-
fag," of which she complained in her letters, deterring
her from all customary mental effort. For an account
of the return ride, from Marakesh to Tangier, we are
thrown back upon curt allusions in her letters and
the entries in her diary. It lasted eight weeks and
three days (April 30 — June 27) ; Mogador and Saffi
were her first resting-places, and at each she halted
for three days. The locusts were ravaging the land,
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and sometimes her tent was full of them. On May 21
she reached Dar al Baida, where she gladly camped
in the hospital garden of the Casa Blanca for three
days. The heat was great ; the plains were full of
horsemen, for the tribes were at war, and mountaineers
were descending to plunder caravans.
Mrs. Bishop reached Fez, the northern capital, on
June 8. Here she took many photographs, and spent
a most interesting week, at the Consulate. At Fez,
she says, which for wealth, trade, aristocratic families,
learning, and energy may be regarded as the empire-
city, discontent is strong. The Sultan's greatest safe-
guard, she thought, lay in his sacred character, as
lineal descendant of the prophet and head of the
church, for there was general dissatisfaction with
the regime and inactivity of the Sultan, with his
foolish expenditure on costly trifles, and with the time
spent by him on frivolous innovations, to the neglect
of his royal duties.
Here Mr. Harris, with whom she stayed at the
Consulate, joined her caravan, and they rode together
through a region disturbed with rumours of tribal war.
At Dar, they were obliged to leave the main route, on
which a caravan had been attacked and robbed, but
they reached Wazam in safety and halted for four days.
While she was in Wazam, she says —
some mountaineers abducted a young girl and her
brother, and carried them off to the mountains, where
neither Sultan nor Grand Shereef has any authority.
The girl was sold to be trained as a dancing girl, and her
captors refused to give her up except under conditions
which no self-respecting power could accept. It is vain
to demand of Morocco a daily indemnity till she is
restored, and stronger measures are not likely to alter
what is really the gist of the situation, that the Sultan
has no power over the mountain tribes.
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An instance of the practice of brutal cruelties was
told to her on good authority, as occurring during her
visit in Southern Morocco, and, she says, it admits of
no question.
A high Court official was reported, truly or falsely,
as having spoken disparagingly of the Sultan, and
an order was signed for him to be thrown into
the Mogador prison. Before leaving Morocco the
palm of the culprit's hand was deeply gashed with
two cross cuts, and a stone was inserted in the
intersection, the hand being afterwards stitched up in
a piece of raw hide, the shrinking of which produces
great agony. Mercifully, gangrene supervened, and
the victim died on the road to Mogador. The infliction
of this punishment, either by placing a stone or salt
and quicklime in the gashed palm, renders the hand
useless for life.
On June 24, with the thermometer at 104°, they
rode on, provided with an armed escort, to the farm of
Mulai-el-Arbi, and were glad to rest till the following
evening. They were now only two days' march from
Tangier, but on the 26th were pursued by a party of
armed and mounted Arabs, and had to ride for their
lives through the hills till within three hours of
Tangier. When the Arabs gave up the chase,
Mrs. Bishop had to be lifted from " Saracen " and laid
upon the ground with a cushion under her head.
When she reached Tangier Dr. Roberts attended her,
till she was well enough to leave for Gibraltar, on July 8.
On the whole, Mrs. Bishop benefited by her long
rides in Morocco. Tent life always suited her, and in
spite of alarms she enjoyed the absolute novelty
of her experiences. Without alarms and difficulties
she would probably have accounted her venture a
failure.
CHAPTER XV
"I AM GOING HOME"
MRS. BISHOP went to Houghton, on her return from
Morocco, and seems to have regarded the Elms as
her home rather than Hartford Hurst, where that
summer she slept only one night— on August 13.
The house had, as yet, no associations to draw her to
it as to a home, and at the Elms she found unwearied
care and tenderness, the beauty of grassy glades filled
with flowers, the song of birds, a "chamber of the
sunrise" which was kept for her, and the unvexed
tranquillity of tested friendship.
Mrs. Bishop paid many visits during July and
August, then travelled north to Peterculter, to spend
six weeks with the Miss Kers, on the River Dee, and
with other friends in the north. On the whole she rested,
and enjoyed her rest. Her article on Morocco, for The
Monthly Review, was written just before she began
another arduous round of missionary addresses. She
writes :
I had to go on to Sheffield to give twelve
lectures on China, New Japan, and Morocco, and
thence to the Bishop of Wakefield's, to lecture in
seven of the Yorkshire towns, and afterwards here,
there, and everywhere, having actually given forty-five
lectures and addresses since October 17. I have
only slept once in my own house for thirteen months !
On December 10 she continues :
I shall never cease to grieve over having given up
The Cottage. No house without memories and asso-
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370 "I AM GOING HOME" [CHAP, xv
ciations can ever be home to me, and I liked the free,
quaint winter life, and going over to Aros on stormy
afternoons, and being able to help the really poor.
But a great loss befell her while she was lecturing
at Sheffield. Between the spells of her public work,
she was wont to return to Houghton. She was there
from October 12 to the i6th, and spent her seventieth
birthday with Mr. and Mrs. Brown. On the i6th
Mr. Brown sat out-of-doors for some hours watching
the gardener fill the grass with bulbs for next spring —
daffodils, narcissus, hyacinths, and tulips. It was
damp, and he caught a chill, and died on the 24th.
She hastened south and went to his funeral on the
29th, spending four hours afterwards with her bereaved
friend, and returning to town to Mrs. Palmer in the
evening.
On November i, she drove over to Fulham Palace
to fulfil an engagement made some months earlier.
She had made the Bishop of London's acquaintance
through their mutual friend Mrs. Palmer, and the
acquaintance ripened rapidly to friendship. She stayed
five days at Fulham — quiet, happy days, during which
she did her morning's writing sometimes in the
Bishop's, sometimes in Mr. Cronshaw's, study. When
the Bishop was at home they had long talks by the
fire — on death and life's purposes, and other deep
matters of the spirit. Dr. Winnington Ingram
remembers how industriously she developed and
perfected her photographs, still taking lessons to
increase her skill, and making, in 1901, £60 towards the
support of the doctor in the Mission Hospital at
Paoning-fu. He was impressed too by the pains she
took to interest him in a friend, who had recently lost
his wife, and whose grief was to some extent rendering
him indifferent to life's claims. He found her, in all
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her varied and delightful talk, " sympathetic, tolerant,
and taking complex views which saved her from
narrowness." The first week of that November was
very foggy ; and on the 3rd, when she returned to the
palace from seeing a friend off, the fog was so dense
that, in the obscurity, she ran up against the wall of the
palace and was badly stunned. The Bishop teased
her about having "just escaped coming to an end
of all her long travels, at Fulham."
This visit was followed by a brief return to Houghton,
and then she began another continuous missionary
campaign, which included Wakefield, Halifax, Barnsley,
Dewsbury, Sowerby Edge, Huddersfield, Wimbledon,
Reading, Peterborough, Tattenhall, Manchester,
Lancaster, Swinton, Macclesfield, and Rugby.
It was probably on this journey that she crushed
her right thumb, in the hinge of a railway-carriage
door. She had an adventurous winter journey
between Ford Hall and Macclesfield.
Mine was the last train [she wrote to Mrs. Palmer]
which got through the snowdrifts in the Peak, and
to-day no passengers are booked. With men cutting
the drifts in the park, and a number of horses — perhaps
eight — dragging the brougham up the hill, and the
hurricane which threatened to overturn it — it was
most exciting. Then we were three hours going
seventeen miles, and were twice put out in knee-deep
snow ; and when we got here, where I had to give a
lecture, there were no cabs at the station. There is
a wild state of excitement here. Macclesfield is quite
cut off from all telegraph communication, and hardly
any trains are running.
On her return from this tour she stayed four days
with Mrs. Palmer, and on one of these I spent a
couple of afternoon hours with her. She looked white
and still, but was full of interest in all my work and
anxious about my health. Of herself she spoke as
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holding on to life precariously, as working while it
was day, conscious of the gathering twilight. Houghton
and Reigate filled up the last ten days of 1901.
Mrs. Bishop began her diary for 1902 with the lines :
Upon a life I did not live,
Upon a death I did not die —
Another's life — another's death —
I stake my whole eternity.
She was at Reigate till January 18, and this pro-
longed rest partially fitted her for a period of activity
in lecturing, paying visits, and entertaining visitors.
She was occasionally at Hartford Hurst for the last
purpose, but more frequently at lodgings in London,
where her time was divided detween mornings spent
in taking advanced photographic lessons at the
Polytechnic — chiefly in enlarging photographs — and
in afternoon and evening engagements of every kind.
It is impossible to do more than single out, of their
multitude, a few of the more interesting of these
occasions. Her right thumb was still swollen, and
gave her considerable trouble for about six months,
when it was cured by a slight operation. This made
writing difficult, so we find that her literary faculty
was but scantily exercised, and was only occupied
that winter with an illustrated paper for the January
Leisure Hour, and with four letters to The Daily
Chronicle, all on the subject of Morocco. Mrs. Bishop
wrote to Mrs. Bullock on January 6 :
I have not slept in my own house, but purpose to
return to it on January 17. I intended to go to China
last October, but gave it up, partly because of the
unsettled state of the country, and partly because, had
I gone, I feared that I should lose touch with English
interests and friends altogether. But if I have strength
enough for travelling, I hope to go to China in the
early autumn, but it will be very different without you
and Mr. Bullock.
1902] LECTURE ENGAGEMENTS 373
In a letter of later date, written to Sir Walter
Hillier, she gave some particulars of the journey
contemplated :
I had fully purposed to travel by the Jung-ting Lake
to Kwei-chou, thence to Tali-fu, and thence to Kia-
ting-fu on the Yangtze ; but it is very uncertain now,
for I have been going down ever since October.
Mr. and Mrs. Bullock were now settled at Oxford,
where Mrs. Bishop paid them a visit from March 6
to 10, on the first of which days she spoke, at Trinity
Hall, on missions. She had already been at Oxford
on February 10, and had then addressed two meetings,
one at Hannington Hall, and one at the Town
Hall. But while with Mr. and Mrs. Bullock she
rested, and enjoyed meeting their interesting
visitors, the Vice-Chancellor, Principal Fairbairn, the
Margoliouths, and others.
But the most interesting of all her lecture engage-
ments, in March, :was one to Winchester School on
Friday, the 2ist. She described the occasion in a
letter to Mrs. Bullock, whose son was at Winchester :
Dr. Burge gave an excellent account of him. I was
so sorry not to see him ; he must have been in deep
shadow. It was a delightful audience, full of the
blessed enthusiasm of youth. They say that my
lecture lasted two hours, but the lantern slides
accounted for three-quarters of an hour. I very much
enjoyed lecturing, and thought Dr. Burge charming.
From Winchester she went home to Hartford
Hurst, and was almost immediately seized with
influenza, which kept her indoors for a fortnight and
left her very weak, but this did not prevent her
going to London on April 7, to take more lessons
in photography. While convalescent at the Hurst,
she took up her old occupation of gardening, sowed
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seeds, and rolled the lawn. She was busy, too, with
one of her most important missionary addresses,
"Where are the Women?" which she delivered at
Holloway College, Egham, on April 10, at a meeting
presided over by Dr. Marshall Lang. The girl
students presented her with an address of thanks
that evening, signed with their names. The occasion
for which her address was prepared was a conference,
the meetings of which she enjoyed so much that at
their close she entered in her diary: "Very sorry for
the break-up ; conference quite delightful ; I think
I shall never be at another." She was indeed
seriously ill.
I learn [she wrote on May 18] that I am threatened
with a serious and fatal malady. I want to be sure of
the truth, and, though I am so weak that I cannot sit
up at a table, I purpose to start to-morrow and travel
by easy stages to Edinburgh, in order to see my old
doctors, who know my constitution. I am not dis-
tressed, though there are some things that I should
like to see out.
On Saturday, the 24th, she reached Edinburgh, saw
Dr. Ritchie on the 26th, and Sir Halliday Croom and
Dr. Ritchie on the 2/th. Both took a very grave view
of her condition. A fibrous tumour was enlarging
in the neighbourhood of lungs and heart, the old
symptoms of heart disease were reappearing. She
stayed with Miss Cullen at 15 Greenhill Gardens,
and was much comforted by the affectionate devotion
of this most valued friend.1 It was a quiet time for
meditation and realisation. She saw few people,
sometimes walked or drove with Miss Cullen, and
returned to England and Hartford Hurst on June 21.
It is startling to find her with Mrs. Palmer at
1 Miss Cullen passed away early in 1906.
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10 Grosvenor Crescent on the 23rd. The country
was plunged into gloom and anxiety by the King's
illness, and Mrs. Bishop deeply shared the general
distress. She returned to the Hurst- for a few days,
and then went first to Mount Street to the Miss Kin-
nairds, and, on July 7, to Cambridge for a photographic
convention, which lasted five days. She went home
on the 1 2th, and her beloved old friends the Miss Kers
came to her on the i6th. Their visit was an induce-
ment to stay at home till August 6, when they left,
and she entered in her diary — " so sad to lose them."
On the Qth she watched the coronation procession
from Mr. Murray's windows, and then paid some
visits, before returning to the Hurst for five weeks.
During this time she went early to bed, resting a
great deal — did little indeed but print, tone, and
enlarge photographs, water the newly planted
creepers which had come from the cottage in Tober-
mory, and sew. But she was packing for China by
fits and starts. After a time of rest she felt better ;
and she had so often developed resources of endurance,
in spite of the warnings and verdict of her doctors,
that she still cherished a hope in favour of the expedi-
tion. They were to give her a final opinion in
September, and she travelled north to see them on the
25th, joined the Miss Kers for a fortnight, and then
went for a month to be with Miss Cullen. She saw
Dr. Ritchie constantly, and decided to give up the
Hurst, as he and his colleagues agreed that the
situation close to the Ouse, the over-flowings and
mists from which saturated soil and atmosphere,
rendered the house unwholesome and devitalising.
On her way home she lectured at Sunderland,
Gateshead, and Durham, and paid a very pleasant
four days' visit to her cousins at Knaresborough. The
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Miss Kers joined her at the Hurst, early in December,
and helped her, all that month and January, to prepare
for leaving Hartford finally on February i. An
opportunity for letting the house had occurred, and
she surrendered her lease to Dr. Baker, who agreed to
take possession then. During these two months,
therefore, she and her friends were busy cataloguing
books and linen, packing curios and china, dismantling
the house she had used so little.
A letter to Mrs. Allan dated December 23, 1902,
gives some account of her feelings at the time :
I returned from Edinburgh three weeks ago, and am
now confined to bed, so I can only make a very brief
reply to your delightful and most interesting letter.
All your news I appreciate heartily. I saw several
Tobermory people in Edinburgh, and always feel the
deepest interest in Tobermory. I often wish I were
looting down from my sunny cottage on the little bay,
or fighting my way to Aros on some stormy winter
afternoon. I was so sorry that I could not visit you at
Aros, as you kindly wished last summer. I have been
seriously ill ever since last April, and mostly in Edin-
burgh for medical advice; but as the doctors decide
that nothing can be done, I came home three weeks
ago and have been considerably worse. The doctors
urged me strongly, on the ground of the soft climate
and the size of the house, to give up my lovely home,
and I must be out of it by February i. It has such a
lovely garden, and grounds sloping to the broad deep
river — an old-world place, to which I have become
attached, but it is fitter for a large family than for me.
Leaving it has, however, nothing of the pain it gave
me to leave Tobermory. Most of my things will be
dispersed, as I am not likely to have a house again,
and they will be useful to many people. I am so glad
to get such a good account of the V.W.C.A. Branch.
It is the one flourishing thing in Tobermory! I
enclose my subscription to it and the nurse.
Blair (Mrs. Williamson) said in speaking of those
last months :
1903] LEAVING HARTFORD HURST 377
The longest stay Mrs. Bishop ever made at the
Hurst was when she packed up to leave it, and she
grew more attached to it then than at any time during
the four years she held it.
On January 23 she moved to the Elms, where for
a week she slept, going over to the Hurst daily to
superintend Whiteley's men, until this troublesome
removal was over. It was not till February 2 that she
was released from its toil, and went to stay a few days
with the Miss Kinnairds, before settling in the wretched
lodgings in London, which she had unfortunately
engaged, and from which, after six weeks' endurance,
she changed to Lexham Gardens.
A letter to Mrs. Mooyaart (March 25) gives a
glimpse of her discomfort in town and of her relief
during a short visit to her correspondent at East-
bourne.
Bessie came up on Friday and again on Saturday.
She brought sunshine with her and left my rooms
dark. She brought food too ! I managed with
difficulty to get away on Monday evening and came
for a few days' rest to the Miss Kinnairds. I have
taken on trial the rooms at Lexham Gardens, which
you marked as superior, and propose to go there on
Friday. It was a grievous change from the loving
shelter of your roof, to the solitude and squalid neglect
of my lodgings, to say nothing of vile food which I
could not even taste after Mary s nice cooking and the
dainty serving. I am forgetting the pain and re-
member only the peaceful rest of those days, and your
dear, bright presence, and the serene and blessed com-
munion, all forming an oasis in a life which has not so
much of brightness. Thank you, dear friend, for all
your loving-kindness. You never suffered me to feel
that my misfortune £one of her sudden attacks of pain]
was putting you to inconvenience, though I know full
well that it did. It was a sweet time to me, and the
reading of dear Alexina's life is a very precious part of
it. I fear I am not strong enough for even the quietest
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life in London, at least in lodgings ; yet I like the
interests here so much and the little work that I
can do.
The " life " alluded to consisted of some reminiscences
written before her death by Miss Alexina Ker, one
of those friends with whom Miss Clayton had lived,
and whose house had been a second home to Mrs.
Bishop. These reminiscences embraced especially
nineteen years' work, with Miss de Broen, in the
Belleville Mission. A great friendship had existed
between Alexina Ker and Mrs. Mooyaart.
Mrs. Bishop lingered in London till August, as
her new lodgings were quite comfortable. But her
public work had to be cut down. Towards the end
of April, she was occupied with the making of her
will, which was duly signed on May i. She had
ever considered herself the steward of her capital,
bound to invest it to the best advantage, that she
might draw from it an income which enabled her to
assist the societies in which she was interested, and
to support her own hospitals. But besides, she kept
a well-filled purse, for the purpose of giving away
money, privately, when she came in contact with the
needs of others, and this purse was supplied by
cutting down her own personal expenses to the
uttermost. No one, not even those most with her,
knew in what directions this money was distributed,
for she tried to live " on evangelical lines," and as little
as possible to let her left hand know what her right
hand gave. Her will, when it came to be generally
known, illustrated this deep-lying principle.
Amongst the friends whom she saw most often were
Mrs. Palmer, Mrs. Bickersteth, Mrs. J. R. Green, Miss
Kinnaird, the Bishop of London, Sir Walter Hillier,
Mr. Cronshaw. She was twice at the House of
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Commons, and took tea on the Terrace with her
friends. On July 8 she lectured at Holloway College,
to eighty returned lady missionaries of the Church
Missionary Society, Mr. Baring Gould being chair-
man, and then went home with Lady Meath to
Ottershaw, Chertsey, writing thence to a cousin :
I am attempting a very quiet country visit for the
first time this year, my hosts being the Earl of Meath
and his wife. Quiet as it is, in the heart of forest and
heather, the amount of effort required in this tre-
mendous heat is too much for me, and I purpose to
return to town to-morrow till August, when I shall give
up my lodging, store my superfluities at Whiteley's,
and pay two or three visits to friends with whom I am
very intimate, on my way to Edinburgh, where my
doctors wish to see me that they may advise me as to
future plans. I have not had one of those incapacitating
attacks of pain for nearly six weeks — much pain of a
less severe kind and very much discomfort. I must
be stronger than I was three months ago, because I
manage to do more, though I am the victim of a constant
feeling of lassitude and fatigue, which, if I did not
make an effort, would keep me always in bed. The
malady has, however, increased. I have been once to
the communion, and could go to church were it not for
cramp. I attend some committees and have been to
the Archbishop's and Bishop of London's garden
parties. I don't want to be an invalid before the time,
and am trying to be as plucky as possible. I know
that I shall not be forsaken in any case, and this
knowledge makes me feel cheerful and calm, great as
is the change in my life.
Another interest, of that last residence in London,
was the Church Army, on behalf of which she spoke
more than once.
Dr. Ritchie was in town in July, and saw her on the
I4th; his verdict was grave, and he entreated her
to consult a London physician, of whose immediate
help she was in great need. It was impossible to be
in town and to extricate herself from a vortex of
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engagements, so she left for Houghton on August 5,
after a "fearful hunt" of packing, storing, bidding
farewells — last farewells. She was very ill all the
time she stayed with Mrs. Brown, more than three
weeks, and was in bed or on the sofa, almost unable
to use her feet, and with one leg in agony, from
thrombosis.
I have a fibroid tumour [she wrote] which is
increasing, and the pressure of which, on the yeins of
the right side, has produced a blood clot, which has
been a great risk to life, and may produce others.
Mrs. Brown was distressed at the necessity for her
journey to Edinburgh ; but Mrs. Bishop wished to be
under Dr. Ritchie's care, so she left Houghton on
August 29, accompanied by a nurse as far as Peter-
borough, from which station she travelled to Knares-
borough, where her cousins met her. She enjoyed the
two days spent with them. On Monday, the 3ist,
the Miss Kers met her and took charge of her to
Edinburgh. She had consented to go for a short time
to a Nursing Home at n Manor Place, and there,
almost immediately after her arrival, she became very
seriously ill. On September i a consultation was
held, at which Dr. Gibson, Dr. Fordyce, Dr. Affleck,
and Dr. Ritchie were all present. She was almost
unconscious, and this condition lasted for some days
and was succeeded by dangerous symptoms, from
which she was hardly expected to recover.
A touching letter to Mrs. J. R. Green, dated
October 25, 1903, gives some account of this illness :
This is my first line since August 15. I have been
walking through the valley of death's shadow, and the
doctors consider me still dangerously ill and without
hope of recovery or prolonged life. My illness seized
me on arriving. Some singular affection of the veins
1903] SERIOUS ILLNESS 381
and heart not previously known. One feature is blue
rings and broken veins all over my heart and chest.
Breath often nearly ceases, and there is no strength.
My brain is quite clear. I cannot think that the end
can be far off. I have all my old interests and daily
new ones, and am not depressed, for I believe that
mercy and goodness will follow me, as they have done,
all the days of my life, and that we poor stumbling
children of humanity will have some better thing
hereafter.
After two months at the Nursing Home, she said
one day : " I am not going to be a cipher any longer,"
and it was decided to remove her to rooms at
Bruntsfield Terrace, chosen for her by Miss Cullen,
and close to her house. On October 30, Miss
Mackenzie lending her carriage, she was gently driven
there, accompanied by Miss Bessie Ker and the nurse.
Just before her removal, she dictated a letter to Sir
Walter Hillier, from which^we learn that, though she
had improved, she was still seriously ill, and that she
suffered much from weakness of the eyes. She could
read very little and disliked being read to, but she
kept up her interest in the main events of home and
Eastern politics, and, as Dr. Ritchie was, fortunately,
a politician, could talk them over with him.
In another letter to Sir Walter Hillier, written by
Miss Ker, on November 4, we read :
Mrs. Bishop enjoys the higher situation and more
open view of these rooms. The doctor would be glad
for her to go out for an occasional drive, but she must
be carried downstairs, as well as up, and dislikes it so
much that we have not yet made it out.
Her rooms were at the back of the house, and she could
see from her bedroom window — always kept open —
the Pentland Hills beyond a foreground of trees and
gardens. While in bed, she looked on the backs of
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big houses, let in flats. But she was interested in the
lives of their tenants, and knew the ways of each
family, and at what o'clock their members had to get
up, and go their several ways to work. The drawing-
room was on the same floor as her bedroom, but she
would rarely allow herself to be wheeled in, to see the
meadows.
A great and a new difficulty lay in her dislike of
food. This was a serious one, for her appetite was
capricious. But Miss Cullen brought dainty dinners
nearly every day, and friends, far and near, sent game
and other delicacies to tempt her.
After three weeks she could write to some of her
friends. A letter dated November 18 is to Mrs.
Macdiarmid :
MY BELOVED CHILD, — Your chicken was quite
delicious, almost the only thing I have enjoyed during
this long illness. And your sweet letter, which I was
not allowed to read for weeks after it came, was very
precious to me. I am not allowed to write, but I want
to tell you with my own pen how dear her child ever
is to me and how much I long to see you before I take
the last solemn journey.
And to Dr. and Mrs. Main, in China, she writes
(November 30) :
I have been ill for two years, ever since I came back
from Morocco, and all this year seriously ill, and for the
last sixteen weeks laid up dangerously ill, and I am still
in so critical a state that I am not allowed to stand, or
stoop, or reach anything that I need. On September i
I became so exhausted that four doctors and three
nurses had much trouble in keeping my heart going,
and now thrombosis has assailed another vein. I tell
you all these particulars to account for my painful
silence. ... I know, dear friends, you will forgive me,
especially as my explanation is accompanied by £2$,
for the most clamant of your new enterprises. I read
every word you write with deep interest, and recall
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those golden days of my visit to you, when your work
took so strong a hold on me, and the charms of
Hangchow and its beautiful neighbourhood. . . .
Though I have been growing worse and weaker all this
year, I had planned a journey to China by the Trans-
Siberian railway, halting at Mukden and then going to
Peking on a two months' visit to Sir Ernest Satow.
You may be sure that my after-plan included a short
visit to you at Hangchow. My heart was greatly set
on this, and when I left London, I left there my
luggage packed for Peking, intending to pick it up on
the 6th. I got here and think it more than likely
that my next journey will be to the grave of my
kindred in the Dean Cemetery. My public work went
on till I could no longer stand. My brain is clear and
capable, and I could do literary work were it not for
the physical labour of writing. These few lines have
taken parts of twenty-one days. You cannot imagine
my disappointment about China. It captivated and
enthralled me and I did hope to see it once again. It
is harder to give up than all else. Medical mission
affairs are going on well under Dr. Ritchie's most
capable presidentship. On Friday there was a great
function — the opening by Lord Aberdeen of the com-
plete and beautiful new buildings with recreation
rooms, a gymnasium and restaurant, the latter built by
Mr. Barbour of Bonskeid. Missions, home and
foreign, have lost much by the sudden removal of
Mr. J. H. Wilson of the Barclay Church. His funeral
procession, which passed along here, was the longest
I ever saw here. You see that my writing is failing
and I must stop. I think much of you and pray for
your work.
Mrs. Bishop watched Mr. Wilson's funeral, from
the drawing-room windows, for the longest time she
ever spent there.
The next letter of the short series written before
the close of 1903 was to Miss Macdonald, and is dated
December 7 :
It is so seldom that I can sit up sufficiently to write
that I will take advantage of having been in bed all
day to get up for an hour. You have been so good
I
384 "-I AM GOING HOME" [CHAP, xv
in writing me so many interesting letters without one
reply, and I hope to write to your dear mother very
soon. In the meantime, give my best love to her and
thanks for her letters. Also say to her that if she
must do something for me (she who has done so
much !) I should be delighted with a small bun. It
is really the only thing that I fancy. . . . How many
congenial hours I have spent at Heanish ! I think of
The Cottage, and of your visits to me and the daily
intercourse between it and Heanish with mingled
pleasure and sorrow, and yet I now fully recognise
the hand of God leading me to leave it when I did. I
have been going down of late, and suffer a good deal
more ; but I am still able to be out of bed about two
hours a day, but never to be dressed. If you see
Mr. Campbell tell him that I shall be very glad to see
him. When I write this, I remember very solemnly
how at any moment my sorely diseased heart may
give way, and I may be in eternity. My work is done :
oh that it had been done better !
She was able to see a few visitors daily, and
amongst them Dr. Whyte, Dr. Macgregor, Canon
Cowley Brown, Mrs. Lorimer, and Miss Stodart.
Mr. Dawson, of St. Peter's, offered to bring her the
communion, and she gratefully accepted, for the
morning of December 10. She had given up making
entries in her diary, but she recorded this most
solemn event. Dr. Whyte's visits were a joy and a
solace to her. She said to me one day :
You and I remember a very different Edinburgh,
one where not the purse, but the heart and the brain
ranked highest. I miss those brilliant people of long
ago so much. One man comes to see me who recalls
them all, and is like a voice from a nobler past, and
that is Dr. Whyte, of Free St. George's.
Dr. Whyte, not knowing how much she valued his
visits, writes :
I was the invalid during those remarkable weeks
and Mrs. Bishop was the comforter and the consoler.
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Her intellectual freshness and her spiritual ripeness
and tenderness were a constant delectation to me.
Our talks were always about books, old and new, and
about the best articles which were appearing in the
quarterlies and in the monthlies and in the weeklies.
And when I read a Scripture to her, which was
usually of her own selection, she would look and
listen as if she had never heard such important and
such wonderful things before and might not live to
hear them again. She was a woman of the truest
genius, and of the greatest mental power of resource
to the end. I always left her room refreshed and
exhilarated. An eminent means of grace and a source
of real enjoyment closed to me when Mrs. Bishop
died.
Mrs. Bishop was sending out her New Year's cards
during December, 1903. Whittier's lines on the
" Eternal Gate " formed her last pathetic and solemn
message to her friends :
The hour is sure, howe'er delayed and late,
When at the Eternal Gate
We leave the words and works we call our own,
And lift void hands alone
For love to fill. Our nakedness of soul
Brings to that gate no toll :
Giftless we come to Him, who all things gives,
And live because He lives.
God grant, my friend, the service of our days,
In differing moods and ways,
May prove to those who follow in our train
Not valueless or vain.
Mrs. Bishop enclosed this card to Lady Middleton
on December 31, and wrote:
This is my only letter, for I am very ill, but I must
tell you what a joy it is to be remembered by you,
and in my own hand. I must wish you and your
lord all good things for the coming year and a con-
tinuation of what you have in such large measure —
plenty of congenial work and power to do it. I thank
you for your faithful affection.
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386 "I AM GOING HOME" [CHAP, xv
About the same time she wrote to Mrs. Macdonald :
I am enjoying your bun. I like rich things, and it
is the first I have had for months. It is deliciously
made. I cannot write, and must content myself this
day with sending a little parcel, containing a Shetland
vest for you, and an electric flashlight for Maggie to
see her watch with at night. It should be good for a
thousand flashes. The packet tied up with a string is
a refill.
She lay in bed, her limbs almost powerless, her
hand hardly able to hold pen or pencil, but her mind
clear and vigorous, her mood tranquil, awaiting the
long-delayed summons. Friends surrounded her with
flowers and palms, in pots and in vases. Her bedroom
was filled with them. Sometimes she would hold the
fragrant blossoms in her hand as if she loved them,
talking about them and their like of other years—
the roses, tulips, anemones, Christmas roses of The
Cottage, and, further back, of Tattenhall and Taplow
Hill. Her laughter was as responsive as ever; she
was indeed more evenly cheerful than in bygone years,
and her friends delighted to be with her. Miss Cullen,
beloved and faithful, came daily ; Miss Chalmers and
Miss Constance Shore were constant in their visits.
All helped in the vexed question of food, the only real
difficulty at this time. A letter to Lady Middleton
(January 16, 1904) says :
You are indeed good to wish to help with my
provender. I have been thinking how I could take
advantage of your offer, and I will ask you to send me
some chrysanthemums, some pears, and a little game
pie ! I am literally in danger of sinking from inanition,
absolute loathing of food. Even a few lines from you
brighten a day. 1 bless God for your faithful friend-
ship and for your capacity to uplift other people.
I have never quite lost the inspiriting effect of a visit
you paid me in Earl's Terrace four years ago. I think
I904] VISITORS 387
I shall never recross the Tweed. You will like to
know that my spirit is brave and strong, that the
doctor says my brain has " singular force, clearness,
and grip," and that my interest in all things is vivid
to a degree. If I should be a little stronger, I purpose
to write a fragment of autobiography.
This purpose was, alas ! never fulfilled. The mere
act of writing grew more and more difficult, till at
last she could not hold even a pencil for longer than
a few seconds at a time. She grieved to be unable
to answer letters. " People write to me now,"
she said, " even though they don't want anything ! "
Long letters from Mrs. Brown, from Sir Walter
Hillier, from acquaintances who lived in the mid-
current of political and diplomatic life, delighted her.
Amongst her occasional visitors were Mrs. Keswick,
Sir Harry Parkes's daughter, who twice took a
journey to see her ; Mrs. Howard Taylor (Geraldine
Guinness), who, to her very great pleasure, came on
March 30 ; and Mr. Summers, her kind and efficient
fellow traveller in Morocco.
A longing to be in London came over her in spring,
but it was decided that her removal, from the constant
care of Dr. Ritchie, Sir Halliday Croom, and Dr.
Fordyce, would be hazardous, even if the journey
were safely accomplished by ambulance car. So
London friends, coming north and going south that
summer, came to see her, and Edinburgh friends never
intermitted their ministrations. Amongst the latter
was one who too quickly followed her to the grave,
Miss Flora Stevenson, one of the most brilliant and
valuable citizens of the northern capital. She went
to see Mrs. Bishop several times, and was astonished
at her fortitude, her deep interest in all things in-
tellectual and philanthropic, in all public questions,
388 "I AM GOING HOME" [CHAP, xv
and even in social events. Even then it was possible
to note Mrs. Bishop's many-sidedness, her picturesque-
ness of language, her use of words and epithets
which seldom appear in common discourse. She
talked much about the war in the Far East, and was
astonished at its course, and she could not believe
that the Japanese successes would continue to the
end. Her experiences, in Manchuria and in Korea,
had so prepossessed her in favour of the Russians
that she did not desire their ultimate defeat. She
feared too that the first check of the West by the
East might not prove to be the last, if the nations,
so long inert, were roused to recognise the might of
combination.
I was in Edinburgh in May, 1904, and saw her twice.
My visits were limited, by letter, to half an hour, but she
detained me for an hour and a half on both occasions.
All obvious symptoms of her condition had dis-
appeared ; her face was white and clear, her eyes
were bright and cheerful. She awaited the coming
of death with serene and radiant expectation. Her
window was wide open, and the Pentland Hills were
blue and beautiful. She held up her white, delicate
hands and looked at them. " They will not obey me
now," she said, " and oh ! I have so much to say to the
world as I lie here, for my brain is strong and
thoughts crowd upon each other and I cannot write
them, for I cannot hold even a pencil for more than
a few moments, and I have never been able to dictate."
She asked many questions about my cottage and
garden at Kelso. Then she said : " I should like you
to remember me by flowers, Anna. There were roses
and Christmas roses, Madonna lilies, tulips, and
anemones in my garden at Tobermory. Will you have
all these varieties planted in your garden, and when
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they blossom year by year, will you remember me ? "
Need I say that they are all in my garden ?
Soon after my second visit, the Miss Kers were
obliged to leave her for a time, and her cousin, Miss
Margaret Lawson, came to take her place during their
enforced absence. Her visit was a great pleasure to
Mrs. Bishop, and she liked Miss Lawson to go about,
and to see all that was interesting in Edinburgh, and
then to give her a full account of the day's doings
when she returned. Miss Lawson has sent me some
reminiscences of this time which can be quoted :
I was a month with my dear cousin and very
pleasant we both found our time together. She was
so wonderfully cheerful and uncomplaining. When
I said to her how trying it was for her to be lying
there unable to move, she said : " I have never once
thought it hard ! " One day I remarked how patient
she was, and she answered : " I am not patient ; I would
much rather be going about." I said her patient
bearing of what was laid on her was a greater work
in God's sight than all the hospitals she had founded
and platform speeches she had made. She seemed to
understand this, but would not take any praise to
herself. She said to me one day : " I never thought
very much of myself." Then another day : " I should
very much like to do something more for people, but
I can do nothing."
She felt unable to look down at this time, and this
made reading difficult, but she managed to read
Dr. Whyte's Scripture Characters and Cicero's Old Age
with great enjoyment, and could sometimes glance
through a story-book from the library.
I am afraid [writes Miss Bessie Ker] that she felt
very much her absence from London and the being cut
off from news of all the committees in which she had
taken part. She would have liked, too, to be near
Whiteley's Store and to get out some of her beloved
390 "I AM GOING HOME" [CHAP, xv
" things." But it was perhaps mercifully arranged so
as to detach her from a world in whose doings she
took so lively an interest, and from " things " whose
associations her intense nature turned to with longing.
She had hankered after them, but when, on one of the
last days, I asked her if she regretted them, she replied :
" Not a spark." It was a great loss to her that we
were not politicians and could not talk over the papers
with her, but Dr. Ritchie brought her all news which
he thought would interest her.
Blair (Mrs. Williamson) was now with her, and
nursed her devotedly. Several nurses had been
tried and found wanting, and it was a comfort to
all when Blair was installed in the post. The
doctors were anxious that she should not see so
many visitors, and on June 27 she was removed to
a Nursing Home in Ainslie Place, where, for a short
time, the greater rest and the novelty had a cheering
effect upon her. But she made it a condition with
her doctors, that she was not to be " concussed " into
remaining there any longer than she liked. The Miss
Kers took up their quarters at the Queen, a private
hotel, and saw her daily. Sir Walter Hillier spent
two days in Edinburgh expressly to see her. Feebly,
and in pencil, she had written to him on July 16:
" Your suggested plan will suit me admirably. I hope
to see you, for a few minutes, on Saturday evening and
two or three times on Sunday." She enjoyed his visits
exceedingly and often referred to them afterwards.
At times Lady Middleton sent her flowers and food,
lilies of the valley, a leveret, a cream cheese. To her
she wrote :
It is a marvel to me that you can think of the
culinary needs of the decaying casing of your far-off
" little soul." The leveret and its stuffing were
delicious, nicer than anything I have had for nine
months. How I wish I could write, for my outwardly
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dull life is full of vivid interest, and I have so much I
should like to say to your sympathetic ears.
The improvement was more apparent than real ;
soon she sank into greater debility than before her
change of quarters. It irked her to be under another
roof than were the Miss Kers, and she begged them
to find rooms where they could all be together. This
was late in August, when a niece of Dr. Bishop's
was home from America, and was paying them a
visit, and she helped Miss Bessie Ker in the hunt
for lodgings, which were finally found at 18 Melville
Street, whither she was driven in Miss Mackenzie's
carriage on September 12. The drive was so com-
fortable and pleasant to her that she wished it could
have been prolonged. She was scarcely installed
in her new surroundings, when a summons to London
obliged the Miss Kers to leave her, for a week. Miss
Lawson came again to take their place, having Blair
and another nurse to help her. Daily bulletins were
sent to them in London, but they were far from
reassuring, and when their business was despatched
they hastened back, to find her perceptibly weaker.
Mrs. Brown arrived, on September 28, for five days.
Her presence was a joy to Mrs. Bishop, who, though
now too feeble for conversation, loved to look on the
tender and beautiful face of her trusted friend. So
Mrs. Brown sat long hours beside her bed, now and
then exchanging a word, oftener a smile. When the
parting came, on October 3, it was tragic to both,
for both knew that the hours were numbered. Mrs.
Bishop grew rapidly worse. Dr. Ritchie felt that if
there were anything left for her to settle, it must be
done at once. She said : " This seems to have come
very quickly," and then asked that the hymn " Abide
with me" might be read to her.
392 "I AM GOING HOME" [CHAP, xv
When the business was over she was relieved, and
from that moment, she set herself to the glad welcoming
of release.
Mrs. Blackie sent to inquire for her on one of those
days. " Tell her," she said, " that I am going home."
She heard cathedral bells ringing at times when no
one else could hear them. Once Miss Bessie Ker
asked her if she liked cathedrals. "Yes," she said,
" I think I do : they are so associated with my child-
hood." When Miss Ker asked "which?" she said
" Chester " in a tone of surprise that her friend did not
know without being told.
Once the word " peace " was heard upon her lips.
" You have that, have you not ? " asked her devoted
friend. " Yes," she murmured, " and it is wonderful."
Then again : " There are very few who manage their
life on evangelical lines, for evangelical destinies.
I have tried, but it is very difficult. There can be
nothing new for any of us ; all has been revealed, all
done, all written."
On the morning of her last day she was heard to
pray : " Keep me this day without sin, this day without
sin, THIS day." Then she turned to Miss Ker : " Pray
that I may have an abundant entrance."
Later in the morning she asked Blair to pray for
her, and then said radiantly : " Oh ! what shouting
there will be!" It was a family phrase for excited,
happy talking after separation, and her thoughts were
with the nearest and dearest, whom she was soon to
join.
They were her last words on earth ; at five minutes
past midday, on October 7, her spirit fled.
The funeral took place on Monday, October 10. Her
cousin, the Rev. James Grant Bird, the rector of
Staleybridge, shared with her friend, Canon Cowley
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Brown, the services in the house and at the grave in
Dean Cemetery, to which she herself, during her last
days, had made all arrangements to bring her husband's
coffin, from the cemetery at Cannes. There some
members of the Medical Mission sang "Now the
labourer's task is o'er."
Mayhap, new tasks are set
The willing labourer there,
Mayhap she would not yet
Have rest from toil and prayer ;
And her freed soul may get
Of God's own work a share.
APPE ND IX
A BALLAD OF MULL
DEDICATED TO HENRIETTA AMELIA BIRD BY PROFESSOR BLACKIE
IN a tiny bay,
Where ships lie sure and steady,
In a quiet way
Lives a tiny lady ;
In a tiny house
Dwells my little fairy,
Gentle as a mouse,
Blithe as a canary.
Travelling I have been
In distant and in nigh lands,
And wonders many seen
In Lowlands and in Highlands ;
But never since the days
When fairies were quite common,
Did human vision gaze
On such a dear, small woman \
On the deep sea's brim,
In beauty quite excelling,
White, and tight, and trim,
Stands my lady's dwelling.
Stainless is the door,
With patent polish glowing ;
A little plot before,
With pinks and sweet peas growing.
And when in you go
To my fairy's dwelling,
You will find a show
Of beauty, past all telling ;
Wealth of pretty wares,
Curtains, pictures, laces,
Sofas, tables, chairs,
All in their proper places.
394
THE "HENRIETTA AMELIA BIRD" MEMORIAL CLOCK, TOBERMORY,
Erected, in 1905, by Mrs. Bishop's desire, with funds expressly bequeathed by her
for the purpose, and from a design by Mr. Whymper.
39<5 APPENDIX
But above all fare,
Of which my song is telling,
Sits my lady there,
The mistress of the dwelling.
Dressed in serge light blue,
With trimming white and snowy;
All so nice and new,
With nothing false and showy.
Dainty is her head,
Quite the classic oval, —
Just the thing you read
In the last new novel,
But you never saw, —
For Nature still is chary
To reach the perfect law
She modelled in my fairy.
An eye whose glance doth roam
O'er the azure spaces,
But still is most at home
'Mid happy human faces.
Cheeks of healthy red
With native freshness glowing,
By the strong breeze spread
From purple moorland blowing.
And a look of warm
Welcome to the stranger,
Whom the sudden storm
Hath cast on her from danger ;
And a board well spread,
Bountiful and bonnie,
With milk and barley bread,
Bramble jam and honey.
And for wit and brains,
Though not taught at college,
Her dainty head contains
All sorts of curious knowledge.
Every nook she knows,
Every burn she crosses,
Where the rarest grows
Of fungus, ferns, and mosses.
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And when flowers are few,
And suns of heat are chary,
She has work to do
Beseems a bright-eyed fairy ;
A telescope she keeps
For lofty observation,
Through which she finely peeps
At all the starry nation.
But she's more than wise,
Better far than clever,
From her heart arise
Thoughts of kindness ever ;
As the sun's bright ray
Every flower is kissing,
All that comes her way
Takes from her a blessing.
Where a widow weeps,
She with her is weeping ;
Where a sorrow sleeps,
She doth watch it sleeping ;
Where the sky is bright,
With one sole taint of sadness,
Let her come in sight,
And all is turned to gladness.
And now, if you should fear
I'm painting out a story,
Ask, and you will hear
The truth at Tobermory.
In beauty Mull excels
All ocean-girdled islands,
And there this lady dwells,
Sweet angel of the Highlands.
J. S. B.
INDEX
ABDUL RAHEEM, PRINCE, 221
Aberdeen, 342
Affleck, Dr., 380
Ainos, life among the, 103-5
Aix-les-Bains, 177
Alban's, St., Tattenhall, 17
Albany, 42
Alcock, Sir R., his opinion of Un-
beaten Tracks in Japan, 139
Aldborough, 7
Alderson, Mr. and Mrs., 34
Alexander, Mrs., 230
Allan, Mr., 182
— Mrs., of Aros, 118, 182, 222,
268, 355 ; letters from Mrs.
Bishop, 268, 275, 376
Allen, Mr. Clement, Consul at
Chefoo, 284
Altnacraig, 65, 98 ; visits to, 66, 98
Amar Singh, Prince, 210
Ambala, 219
America steamer, 35
Among the Tibetans, 215, 216
Amoy, 297
Amritsar, 219 ; Alexandra School
at, 219
Anchar, Lake, 210, 211
Anhar, 233
Anniviers, Val d', 172, 173
Aomari, 102
Appin, 56
Applecross, 71, 73, 112
Arabian ss., 32
Ardgour, 56
Ardnamurchan, 56
Argyll, Duchess of, 96
— Duke of, 55, 96
— and the Isles, Bishop of, 5 5
Arklow, 191
Armenia, 229, 239
Armenians, their character, 239
Arnisdale, 73
Arnold, Sir Edwin, 186
Aros, 127 ; house, 157, 182
Asplinium nidus, number of
fronds, 159
Assyria ss., 220
Athenceum, 139
" Atlantics, the Two," paper on,
93
Atlas range, expedition to the, 363
Australia, voyage to, 78 ; im-
pressions of, 78
" Australia Felix," 94
BA, LOCH, 179
Badarroch, 183, 264, 355
Baghdad, 220, 222
Bagshawe, Mrs. Greaves, 149,
192 ; letters from Miss Bird,
149, 345
Baker, Dr., 376
Bakhtiari country, expedition to,
227
Baleshere, 65
Balfour, Professor, his lectures
on " Microscopic Cryptogamic
Botany," 158
Ball, Mr., 359
Ballachulish, 56
Balmacarra House, 40, 71
Baltal, 214
Balzani, Count Ugo, 346
Banchory, 189
Baralacha pass, 218
Baramulla, 204
Barbour, Mrs., 347
Barra, 65
398
INDEX
399
Barry, Mr. Smith, 191
Barton, i, 3, 146
Barton-on-the-Heath, 146
Basrah, 220
Batala, 219
Bawan, 205
Beauly, 88
Bell, Mrs. Glassford, 346
Bella Tola, Hotel, 172, 174
Benbecula, 65
Bendasca, Val, 155
Benri, the Aino chief, 104
Berber sheiks, castles of the, 362,
365 ; characteristics, 366
Bernera, South, 65
Bias, 219
Bickersteth, Bishop, 303, 326
— Mrs., 326, 378; on Mrs.
Bishop's visit to Tokyo, 303 ;
on her advice to missionaries,
339
Bijar, 231
Bird, Catherine, 4
— Edward, 4 ; his birth, 5 ; at
Cambridge, 5 ; called to the
bar, 6 ; barrister in Calcutta,
6 ; death of his wife and son, 6 ;
takes Holy Orders, 6 ; curate
at Boroughbridge, 7 ; his
second marriage, 8 ; work at
Maidenhead, 8 ; presented to
the living of Tattenhall, 8 ;
birth of his children, 8 ; his
views on the observance of
Sunday, 17 ; appointed to
St. Thomas, 17 ; influence of
his preaching, 18 ; organises
the Evangelical Alliance, 19 ;
struggle against Sunday trad-
ing, 20 ; attack of scarlet fever,
21 ; resigns his charge, 21 ; at
Eastbourne, 21 ; at Epping
Forest, 22 ; presented to the
living of Wyton, 23 ; love of
Scotland, 25 ; member of the
Metropolitan Commission, 26 ;
his views on temperance, 44 ;
illness and death, 45 ; publi-
cation of Some Account of the
Great Religious Awakening now
going on in the United States, 46
Bird, Mrs. Edward, education of
children, 12; her illness, 63;
death, 64 ; favourite hymns, 125
— Elizabeth, 3
— George Merttins, 4
— Hannah, 2
— Miss Harriet, her death, 178
— Henrietta, 4
or Hennie, her birth, 9 ;
character, 16, 65, 122-5, I3°i
attack of scarlet fever, 21 ; at
the Bridge of Allan, 63 ; at
Tobermory, 63, 64, 70 ; death
of her mother, 64 ; devotion to
study, 65, 131 ; artistic power,
65 ; attends Professor Blackie's
Greek classes, 74, 92 ; attach-
ment to Tobermory, 77 ; at
lona, 93 ; visit from her sistejr,
97 ; Professor Blackie's lines on
her, 97 ; ill-health, 100 ; parting
from her sister, 100 ; life at
Tobermory, no, 127 ; illness,
115, 117-9, 134; death, 119,
135; funeral, 120, 135; "The
Blessed One," 122 ; affection
for her parents, 122 ; unselfish-
ness, 123 ; love of nature, 124 ;
adoption of a child, 126 ;
sketches, 128 ; " Tobermory
Parties," 128 ; friends, 129,
132; obituary notice, 130;
religious views, 1 30 ; views on
companionship, 133 ; vein of
fun, 133 ; verses, 134 ; hymn,
134; memorial hospitals, 219,
315
— - Henry, 2, 4
— Isabella Lucy, her birth, 8 ;
rides with her father, 9 ; habit
of accurate observation, 9 ;
love of flowers, 10 ; incidents
of her childhood, 10, n ;
fearlessness, n, 36; early
education, 12 ; fondness for
reading, 12 ; holiday at Tap-
low Hill, 13 ; delicacy, 15, 49 ;
400
INDEX
teaches in St. Thomas's Sunday
school, 19 ; trains the choir,
20 ; her pamphlet on Free
Trade versus Protection, 21 ;
at Wyton, 23 ; learns to row,
23 ; friendship with Lady Jane
Hay, 24 ; operations, 24, 172 ;
visits to Scotland, 25 ; her
courage, 27 ; adventure in a
cab, 27 ; ill-health, 28, 41 ; at
Portsmouth, 28 ; voyage to
Halifax, 29 ; at Charlotte
Town, 29 ; impressions of
Prince Edward's Island, 30 ;
Boston, 30 ; Cincinnati, 30 ;
adventure with a pick-pocket,
30 ; impressions of Chicago,
31 ; Toronto, 31 ; nearly
drowned, 32, 44 ; visit to Mr.
and Mrs. Forrest, 32 ; at Mont
real, 33 ; Quebec, 34 ; attack of
cholera, 34 ; returns to Wyton,
35, 44 ; literary work, 36, 49,
59, 92, 94, 98, 113, 168 ; spinal
attacks, 36, 49, 57, 70, 160,
183 ; style of writing, 37, 108 ;
introduction to Mr. John
Murray, 38 ; publication of The
Englishwoman in America, 38 ;
scheme for the benefit of West
Highland fishermen, 40, 51, 52 ;
second visit to America, 42 ;
death of her father, 45 ; her
notes on Aspects of Religion in
the United States, 45 ; publica-
tion of the book, 47 ; visit to
Ireland, 48, 191 ; residence in
Edinburgh, 48 ; appearance,
49 ; characteristics, 49, 50, 74 ;
method of writing, 49 ; home
affection, 51 ; provision of
outfits for the Highlanders, 53 ;
at lona, 55, 93 ; friendship with
Mrs. Blackie, 55 ; an island
tour, 55 ; care of herself,
57 ; interest in the Scottish
Churches, 58 ; papers on
hymns, 59-63 ; death of her
mother, 64 ; at Farnham Castle,
64 ; tour in the " Outer He-
brides," 65 ; at Oban, 66, 68 ;
visit to Altnacraig, 66, 98 ; Notes
on Old Edinburgh, 67 ; schemes
for the relief of the poor in
Edinburgh, 68, 72 ; attack of
illness, 68, 74, 90, 199 ; friend-
ship with Miss Clayton, 69 ,
with Lady Middleton, 71 ; at
Balmacarra House, 71 ; her
poem, '' The Darkness is Past,"
74 ; voyage to New York, 77 ;
to Australia, 78 ; impressions
of New Zealand, 79 ; Sandwich
Islands, 79 ; delight in the sea,
79 ; travels in the Rocky
Mountains, 80 ; revision of her
letters, 81 ; visit to London, 81,
89 et seq. ; at Houghton, 82 ;
Knoyle Rectory, 82, 88 ; death
of her guide, Mr. Nugent, 83 ;
at Hospenthal, 84 ; Interlaken,
84 ; return to Edinburgh, 84
et seq. ; publication of Six
Months in the Sandwich Islands ,
84 ; charm and vividness of her
style, 86 ; plans for a " Cab-
men's Rest and Refreshment
Room," 84 ; revision of the
proofs of Miss Gordon Cum-
ming's book, 87, 89 ; at Glen
Affric Hotel, 88 ; studies with
the microscope, 88, 92, 96, 158 ;
conflicts with the Edinburgh
Town Council, 90 ; at Settring-
ton House, 92 ; paper on " The
Two Atlantics," 93 ; friendship
with Miss Pipe, 94 ; her article
" Australia Felix," 94 ; interest
in the bazaar for the erection of
a " National Livingstone Me-
morial," 95, 99 ; proposals of
marriage from Dr. Bishop, 97,
112; visit to her sister, 97;
preparations for her journey to
Japan, 100 ; parting with her
sister, 100 ; at Yokohama, 101 ;
tour in the interior, 102 ; life
among the Ainos, 103-5 ; at
INDEX
401
Tokio, 105, 303, 305, 325 ;
Hong Kong, 106, 296 ; in the
Malay Peninsula, 108 ; Cairo,
1 08 ; attack of fever, 108, 109,
285 ; publication of A Lady's
Life in the Rocky Mountains,
109; curios from Japan, in,
148; at Applecross, 112; her
bouquet, 116; illness of her
sister, 1 1 7-9 ; sorrow at the
death, 120, 135, 137, 147, 158 ;
in Switzerland, 136, 155 ; at
Tobermory, 137 et seq. ; publi-
cation of Unbeaten Tracks in
Japan, 138 ; engagement to
Dr. Bishop, 141 ; sketch of Dr.
Candlish, 145, 149 ; power of
bearing cold, 145 ; marriage,
146 ; on the appearance and
character of her husband, 146,
149 ; depression, 147, 154, 196 ;
her home in Edinburgh, 148 ;
Hawaiian Literary Order of
Kapiolani conferred, 150; ill-
ness of her husband, 151, 157,
161-75 '> sufferings from car-
buncles, 152 ; her notes of the
Malay Peninsula, 154 ; at the
Italian lakes, 155 ; at Durham,
158 ; love of botany, 158 ;
power of noting plants, 159;
publication of The Golden Cher-
sonese, 1 60 ; tour in Devon-
shire, 161 ; gives up her Edin-
burgh home, 164 ; at Hyeres,
169 ; her notes on A Pilgrimage
to Mount Sinai, 170 ; tour
through the Riviera, 171 ; at
Vissoie, 173 ; St. Luc, 174, 177 ;
Cannes, 174 ; death of her
husband, 175 ; verses, 176 ; at
Tiree, 179; Westbury, 180 ;
" A Psychological Fragment,"
181 ; her costume, 182, 300,
303 ; classes, 183 ; views on
temperance, 184 ; training at
St. Mary's Hospital, 186 ; pro-
posal to build a hospital at
Nazareth, 187 ; at Banchory,
189 ; takes a house in town,
190, 346 ; baptism by im-
mersion, 195 ; gives up her
house, 197, 349 ; sale of her
curios, 198 ; addresses to the
Y.W.C.A., 200 ; preparations
for her journey to Tibet and
Persia, 202 ; at Suez, 202 ;
Port Said, 203 ; Lahore, 204 ;
Islamabad, 205 ; " Memorial
Hospital," 206, 208 ; loss of her
letter, 208 ; life at Srinagar,
209 ; plans an ascent to the
plateaux of Lesser Tibet, 209 ;
at Gauderbal, 210 ; Sonabarg,
213; on the Zoji La, 215;
Among the Tibetans, 216 ; at
Kylang, 218 ; Simla, 218 ;
memorial to her sister, 219 ;
preparations for her journey to
Persia, 220; hardships, 221-4,
228 ; at Tihran, 223 ; ride to
Ispahan, 224 ; at Julfa, 225 ;
preparations for the expedition
to Bakhtari, 227 ; at Hamadan,
230 ; march to Trebizond, 231 ;
at Urmi, 231 ; her attitude
towards missions, 236 ; at
Gahgoran, 237 ; Van, 238 ;
Bitlis, 240 ; attacked by Kurds,
241 ; at Erzeroum, 242 ; Tre-
bizond, 242 ; work on her book
on Persia, 244 ; addresses at
missionary meetings, 246, 257,
270, 289, 333, 341, 342, 347,
369* 37i» 374; meeting with
Mr. Gladstone, 246 ; address in
committee-room No. 15, 247;
attack of sleeplessness, 248 ;
addresses at the British Asso-
ciation meetings, 249, 262, 347 ;
R.S.G.S. fellowship conferred,
252 ; publication of her Jour-
neys in Persia and Kurdistan,
253 ; attack of influenza, 253,
373 ; on the change in her ap-
pearance, 256 ; lessons in pho-
tography, 259 ; complex con-
stitution, 259-62 ; appetite,
26
402
INDEX
261 ; paper on " Western Tibet,"
262 ; organises cookery classes
at Tobermory, 264 ; her series
of practical '' Talks " to the
Y.W.C.A., 265 ; elected a fellow
of the R.G.S., 265 ; presented
to Queen Victoria, 267 ; at
Lambeth Palace, 267 ; address
at Exeter Hall on " Heathen
Claims and Christian Duty,"
270-4 ; vaccinated, 274 ; de-
parture for the East, 275 ; at
Vancouver's Island, 276 ; Che-
mulpo, 276, 283, 295, 310;
impressions of Korea, 276, 307 ;
voyage up the River Han,
278-80 ; at Chang-an Sa or the
Temple of Eternal Rest Monas-
tery, 281 ; at Wonson, 283 ;
Chefoo, 284, 289 ; Newchang,
285, 289 ; breaks her arm, 286 ;
at Mukden, 286 ; Tientsin, 289 ;
Peking, 290 ; Vladivostock, 291 ;
return to Seoul, 293, 305, 310,
330 ; received by the King
and Queen of Korea, 295 ; at
Nagasaki, 295 ; address on
" Korea and Manchuria," 296 ;
tour of inspection of missionary
agencies, 296 ; at Hang-chow,
297 ; Shao Hsing, 298-301 ;
Shanghai, 301, 310, 323 ; Osa-
ka, 303 ; Ikao, 305 ; Pyong-
yang, 308 ; voyage up the
Yangtze, 310 ; at Ichang, 310 ;
Wan-Hsien, 312; Paoning-fu,
314; Kuan-Hsin, 316; struck
by a stone, 316 ; on missionary
problems, 319 ; impressions of
China, 324 ; memorial hospitals,
325 ; life at Chusenji, 326 ;
visit to Mr. McLeavy Brown,
331 regret at leaving Korea,
332 reputation as a lecturer,
334 advice on the working
of missionaries in China, 336-
40 ; lecture on " Western
China," 342 ; publication of
Korea and her Neighbours, 342 ;
her house in the country, 348 ;
publication of The Yangtze
Valley and Beyond, 351 ; grief
at the death of Sir T. G.
Stewart, 353 ; on the condition
of Tobermory, 354 ; gives up
the cottage, 356 ; accidents,
356, 371 ; life at Hartford
Hurst, 359 ; publication of
Chinese Pictures, 359 ; at
Tangier, 360, 368 ; attack of
blood-poisoning, 361 ; at Mara-
kesh, 361 ; received by the
Sultan, 362, 365 ; at Zarktan
Castle, 363 ; impressions of
Morocco, 363 ; at Fez, 367 ;
Wazam, 367 ; Fulham Palace,
370 ; Reigate, 372 ; Oxford,
373 ; lecture at Winchester
School, 373 ; addresses at Hol-
loway College, 374, 379 ; symp-
toms of a fatal malady, 374,
379 ; gives up the Hurst, 375 ;
her will, 378 ; illness, 380-92 ;
dislike of food, 382, 386 ; death,
392 ; funeral, 392
Bird, Rev. James Grant, 392
— Jane Wilberforce, 22
— John, i
— Lucy, 2, 4, 274
— Mary, 4
— Mrs. Merttins, 161, 180; her
brothers-in-law, 23
— Miss Merttins, 5, 13
— Rebecca, 4
— Robert, 2, 4, 13 ; his death, 16
— Mrs. Robert, 13 ; her death, 22
— Robert Merttins, 4, 16 ; his
third marriage, 22 ; removes to
Torquay, 23
— Thomas, i
— Major Wilberforce, 142 ; at the
marriage of Isabella Bird, 146
— William, i
Birdsall House, 116, 151, 256
Birmingham, 16 ; its condition in
1843, 18
Bishop, Dr., 92, 95, medical at-
tendant to Miss Bird. 96 ; pro-
INDEX
403
posals of marriage to her, 97,
112, 120; his accident, 117;
on Henrietta Bird's illness and
death, 117, 119, 134; his letters
to Mr. Murray, 117, 119, 171 ;
to Mrs. Milford, 134 ; engage-
ment to Isabella Bird, 141 ;
career, 143 ; study of medicine,
and botany, 143 ; selflessness,
144, 162 ; marriage, 146 ; ap-
pearance, 146 ; character, 146 ;
renews the lease of Tobermory
Cottage, 148 ; his visit to
Peterborough, 1 50 ; attack of
blood-poisoning, 151, 157; ad-
vocacy of medical missions, 153,
187 ; illness, 161-75 ; removal
to London, 163, 164 ; at St.
Leonards, 163 ; Brighton, 164 ;
Ilkley, 1 66 ; Tobermory, 166 ;
his sketches, 168 ; at Hyeres,
169 ; removal to Geneva, 171 ;
at Glion, 172 ; ascent to Vis-
soie, 173 ; at St. Luc, 174 ;
Cannes, 174 ; operation of
transfusion of blood performed,
174 ; death, 175 ; funeral,
175 ; memorial hospital at
Islamabad, 206, 208 ; rebuilt,
263
Bishop, Mrs. See Bird, Isabella
Bitlis, 240 ; American mission at,
240
Blackie, Mrs., 49, 244, 255 ; her
friendship with Isabella Bird,
55, 56 ; letters from her, 58, 64,
70. 79, 93. 97. ioo, 103, 107,
109, 112, 154, 155, 177, 187,
194, 258, 264, 353 ; her sym-
pathy on the death of Mrs. Bird,
64 ; her Highland home, 65 ;
attack of fever, 107 ; opinion of
Dr. Bishop, 107 ; golden wed-
ding day, 258
— Professor, 49, 55, 244, 255;
his Homer, 58 ; classes for
Greek, 74, 92 ; lines on Henri-
etta Bird, 97 ; poem dedicated
to her, 135 ; resigns his pro-
fessorship, 153 ; his Wisdom of
Goethe, 156 ; letters from Mrs.
Bishop, 156, 179, 258; golden
wedding day, 258 ; his death,
303
Blackwood's Magazine, 12
Blair, Mr., 79
— 164. See Williamson
Blyth, Miss Phcebe, 53
Boer War, 351
Boroughbridge, 7
Boston, 30, 35, 42
Bournemouth, 190, 257, 259
Bowman, Mrs., 164, 332
Braernar, 97
Brampton Park, 36
Bregaglia, Val, 155
Bridge of Allan, 63
Bridgnorth, 262
Brighton, 164
Bristol, 1 80
British Association meetings at
Cardiff, 249 ; Clifton, 347 ;
Edinburgh, 262
Broadford, 40, 73
Broen, Miss de, 378
Broughton Bay, 283
Brown, Canon Cowley, 384, 393
— Rev. David, 4
— Mrs. George, 186 ; her reminis-
cences of Isabella Bird, 35, 36
— Dr. John, 48, 58
— Mr. McLeavy, 277 ; Financial
Adviser of Korea, 329, 331
— Mr., his illness and death* 370
— Mrs., 82, 132, 244, 262, 334,
347, 359. 370, 3«o> 391 ; her
recollections of Henrietta Bird,
123 ; letters from Mrs. Bishop,
361, 363. 365
Browne, Mr., 237
Bruce, Dr., 220 ; at Julfa, 224
— Miss, 228
Bryce, Mr., 247
Bullock, Mr. Lowndes, 285, 289,
301, 310, 346
— Mrs. Lowndes, 285, 289, 301,
310, 346 ; letters from Mrs.
Bishop, 322, 324, 372
404
INDEX
Bunyon, Miss, on Mrs. Bishop's
advice to missionaries, 340
Burden, Bishop and Mrs., 106,
296; in Edinburgh, 153; at
Tobermory, 157
Burge, Dr., 373
Burlington Bay, 31
Burt, Emma, 6
Burujird, 229
Bushire, 220
Butler, Dr., 7
— Dr. Fanny, 206
Butts, the, 161
Buxton, 264
" CABMEN'S REST AND REFRESH-
MENT ROOM," plan of a, 87 ;
opened, 90
Cadenabbia, 155
Caine, Mr., 247
Cairo, 108
Calgary, 179
Cambridge, photographic conven-
tion at, 375
Campbell, Lady Emma, 70
— Lady Victoria, district referee
for the Y.W.C.A., 185 ; at
Tobermory, 189 ; addresses a
meeting, 189
Canada, settlement in, 54, 62
Canada mail steamer, 29
Candlish, Dr., sketch and life of,
145, 149
Cannes, 171, 174, 175, 177
Canterbury, 161
— settlement, 79
Canton, 160
Cardiff, British Association meet-
ing at, 249
Carless, Mr., 226
Carolina, South, 42
Cassels, Bishop, his mission at
Paoning-fu, 315 ; on Mrs. Bis-
hop's visit, 3 i 5
Castle Mail, 56
Cathcart, Lady Gordon, 52
Catholic Presbyterian Magazine,
The, 145
Chalmers, Miss, 386
Chamini, 228
Chang-an Sa, the Temple of
Eternal Rest Monastery, 281 ;
character of the monks, 282
Charles, Mrs. Rundle, 81
Charlotte Town, 29
Charon, the, 56
Chefoo, 284, 289, 290
Chemulpo, 276, 293, 295, 310 ;
Japanese troops land at, 283
Chengtu, 323 ; plain of, 317, 319
Chester, 9
— Bishop of, 27
Chicago, 101 ; impressions of, 31
Chighakor, 228
China Missionary Societies, 297 ;
impressions of, 324 ; Inland
Mission, 313 ; advice on the
working of, 336-40
" China, Western," lecture on, 342
Chine, La, 33
Chinese and Manchus, hatred
between, 289 ; colporteurs,
character of, 287 ; navy, cap-
ture of, 305
Chinese Pictures, publication, 359
Cholera, epidemic of, in Quebec,
34 ; at Carlsbad, 263
Cholmondeley, Rev. Lionel, his
reminiscences of Mrs. Bishop's
visit at Chusenji, 327-9
Chow-fu, memorial hospital at,
325
Christian Monthly, The, 129
Christie, Dr., 287
Chunking, 323
Chusenji, lake of, 326
Cincinnati, 30
City of Tokio ss., 101
Claremorris, 192
Clark, Dr. Martyn, his work at the
Medical Mission Hospital at
Amritsar, 219
— Sir Andrew, 163
Clarke, Messrs., strike of machin-
ists, 341
Clayton, Miss, 66, 68, 76 ; letters
from Miss Bird, 80, 206, 210,
225-7 ; friendship with her,
INDEX
405
69 ; in Switzerland, 136 ; at
Cadenabbia, 155 ; Hyeres, 170 ;
Cannes, 175 ; Banchory, 189 ;
Bournemouth, 190 ; her illness,
198, 245 ; death, 278
Cliff College, 194
Clifton, 161 ; British Association
meeting at, 347
— Mrs., 52
Coalbrookdale, meeting at, 262
Colombo, 332
Colporteurs, Chinese, character of,
287
Columba Inn, St., 93
Cong, 192
Connemara, 192
Constable, Mr., 58
Constantinople, 243
Contemporary Review, review in,
1 39 ; articles in, 246
Cook, Canon, 186
Corpach, 56
Cronshaw, Mr., 370, 378
Croom, Sir Halliday, 374, 387
Cullen, Rev. George D., 48 ; his
correspondence with Miss Bird,
76 ; at Henrietta Bird's fu-
neral, 1 20
— Miss, 48, 76, 95, 120, 252,
256, 275, 386 ; letters from
Mrs. Bishop, 280, 289, 290, 293,
296, 301, 303, 313, 319, 323, 326,
347, 358, 360 ; her death, 374
note
Cumming, Miss Gordon, 155 ; her
friendship with Miss Bird, 71 ;
visit at Applecross, 73 ; recol-
lections of her, 73 ; revision of
her book, 87, 89 ; in the Fijian
Isles, 89 ; at Birdsall House,
116; at Tokio, 105
Curzon, Lord, 220 ; his book on
Persia, 252 ; review of Journeys
in Persia, 262
Daily Chronicle, letters in the, 372
Dal Lake, 207
Dar al Baida, 367
" Darkness is Past, The," 74
Darwin, Mr., 98
Davies, Dr., 259, 262
Dawson, Mr., 384
Dee, River, 369
Deeside, 342
Dening, Mr. and Mrs., 103
Detroit, 31, 42
Devey, Mr., British Vice-Consul
at Van, 240
Devonshire, tour in, 161
Diamond mountains, 280
Dillon, Mr., 190
Dixon, Dr., 163
— Mr., 264
Donnuil Dhu, 30
Douglas, Mr., 228
Douro ss., 243
Dras valley, 216
Dreghorn Castle, 92, 150
Drummond, Mr., 130
Du Chaillu, 191
Dublin, 191
Dulai, 204
Dun-Ee, 93, 124
Duncan, Dr. Matthew, 143
Dunedin, 79
Dunlop, Mr. Nathaniel, 77, 144,
201 ; his impressions of Miss
Bird, 52 ; on the emigration of
crofters, 52, 53
Dunmore, Lord, his paper on
" Journeyings in the Pamirs and
Central Asia," 268
Durand, Colonel, 209
Durham, 157
EASTBOURNE, 21, 267
Eden, Garden of, site of the, 220
Edinburgh, visit to, 48 ; con-
dition of the Old Town, 66 ;
Notes on, 67 ; schemes for the
relief of the poor, 72 ; plan of a
Cabmen's Rest and Refresh-
ment Room, 87 ; opened, 90 ;
erection of a " Livingstone
Memorial," 95 ; committee
formed, 96 ; British , Associa-
tion meeting at, 262 ; Mission-
406
INDEX
ary Loan Exhibition opened,
347
Edinburgh Medical Journal, ar-
ticle on the complex constitu-
tion of Mrs. Bishop, 260
Edmonstone and Douglas, Messrs.,
58,69
Edward VII., King, his illness,
375 ; coronation, 375
Egerton, Sir Malpas de Grey
Tatton, 12
Egypt, 109
Elgin, Lord, 34
Ely, Miss, 240
" Emblematists, the," 63
Emerson, 43
Empress of Japan, 296
Englishwoman in America, publi-
cation, 38 ; reviews on, 39
Epping Forest, 22
Erray Farm, 199
Erzeroum, 242
Euphrates, 220, 241
Evans, Elizabeth, 4
— Mrs. Harrington, 82
— Rev. J. Harrington, 4, 5
Exeter Hall, meeting of the
" Gleaners' Union " at, 270 ;
address on " Heathen Claims
and Christian Duty," 271-4 ;
lecture at, 333
FAIRBAIRN, Principal, 373
Fais Khan, his character, 210,
212 ; costume, 212
Faisarullah Khan, General, 226
Falkirk, 153
Family Treasury, 49
Fao, 220
Farmer, Mr. Howard, 259
Farnham Castle, 64
Fez, 367
Foochow, 297
Ford Hall, 192, 251, 371
Fordyce, Dr., 380, 387
Forester, Lord, 257
Forrest, Mr., 32
— Mrs., 32
Fox, Charles James, 23
Frank, Dr., 175
— Lady Agnes, 175
Franzensbad, 89
Fraser, Mr., 102
Free Trade versus Protection,
pamphlet on, 21
Froude, J. Anthony, 23
Fulham Palace, 370
Fuller, Mr. and Mrs., 296
GAHGORAN, 237
Galashiels, 155
Gale, Mr. and Mrs., 283
Galway, Lord and Lady, 112
Ganderbal, 210
Gawar, plain of, 235
Geikie, Sir Archibald, President of
the British Association meeting,
262
Geneva, 171, 178
Genkai Maru, 310
Geographical Club, lecture at, 333
Georgia, 42
Ghazit, 240
Ghazloo Pass, blizzard on, 241
Gibson, Dr. Monro, 193
Gladstone, W. E., his meeting
with Mrs. Bishop, 246 J ex-
position of the Nestorian heresy,
246
Glasgow, 20 1
" Gleaners' Union," meeting at
Exeter Hall, 270
Glen Affric Hotel, 88
Glenelg, 73
Glion, 172, 178
Glowa, Castle of, 360
Golden Chersonese, 106, 107, 155 ;
publication, 160
Gomery, Dr. Minnie, 208
Good Words, 49
Gould, Mr. Baring, 379
Gourock, 63
Grant, Sir Alexander, 116
Green, Mrs. J. R., 346, 359, 378 ;
letter from Mrs. Bishop, 380
Greenfield, Professor, 161
Greenock, 63
INDEX
407
Grenfell, Henrietta, 22
— Mr. Pascoe, 22
Grimasay, 65
Guildford, 199
Guinness, Geraldine, 387
Gurman, or the Garden of Eden,
220
Guthrie, Dr., 48
" Gyalpo," the Arab horse, 212 ;
accident to, 214
HAKODATE, 102
Halifax, voyage to, 29
Hamadan, 229, 230
Hamilton, 31
Hampson, Mr., 242
Hampstead, 81
Han River, 277 ; voyage up the,
278-80
Hang-chow, 297 ; hospital at, 297
Hankow, 310
Hanna, Dr., 48, 58, 120 ; his
funeral sermon on Henrietta
Bird, 135
Hari, Jean, 175
Harris, 25
— Mr., 367
Hart, Sir Robert, 290
Hartford Church, 150
— Hurst, 348
Hassan, 228
— Khan, 217
Hay, Lady Jane, 24, 346
Heanish, 357
" Heathen Claims and Christian
Duty," address on, 271-4
" Hebrides, the Outer," papers
on the tour in, 65
Hesso Khan, 233
Hexham, 157
Heyde, Mr. and Mrs., 218
Highlanders, their character, 141
Highlands, West, scheme for the
benefit of the fishermen, 40 ;
manufacture of Harris cloth,
51; emigration scheme, 52;
supply of outfits, 53
Higo Maru, 284, 295
Hill, Bishop, at the meeting in
Exeter Hall, 270
— Mrs. D. O., her statue of
Livingstone, 95
— Rev. David, 302
Hillier, Sir Walter, 293, 305, 346,
378 ; revises proofs of Mrs.
Bishop's book on Korea, 341 ;
letters from her, 342, 357, 373
Himalaya troopship, 29
Hoare, Mr., 301
Holloway College, Egham, mis-
sionary addresses at, 374, 379
Hong Kong, 106, 160 ; gathering
of missionaries at, 296 ; lectures
at, 296
Honolulu, 79
Horsburgh, Dr., 316
Horton, Dr., 274
Hospenthal, 84
Houghton, 23, 35, 82, 244, 249,
257, 262, 266, 369, 380
Hourn, Loch, 71, 73
House of Commons, Committee
room No. 15, address on the
Syrians and Armenians, 247
Hsin-lan, cataract of, 312
Hudson's Bay Territory, 42
Huggins, Sir William, 249
Hull, Miss, 2ii
Hunter, Sir William and Lady,
346
Huntingdon, 23, 244
Huron, Lake, 42, 44
Hutcheson, Mr., 40, 51
Hyeres, 169
Hymns, papers on, 59-63
IAO VALLEY, 86
Ichang, 310
Ikao, 305
Ilberge Khan, 229
Ilkley, 1 66
Illinois, prairies of, 42
Ingram, Bishop Winnington, 348,
370
Interlaken, 84
Invercargill, 79
408
INDEX
Inverness-shire, 25
lona, 40, 54
Ireland, visits to, 48, 191 ; plan
of campaign, 188, 198
Islam, creed of, 221
Islamabad, 205 ; proposed hospi-
tal at, 206 ; built, 263
Ispahan, 224
Ives, St., 23
JAMES, MR. ANGELL, 19
James's Gazette, St., 139; letters
in, 278, 294
Japan, preparations for the jour-
ney to, 100 ; curios from, in,
148 ; progress, 140, 276 ; in-
fluence on Korea, 277 ; supre-
macy in the Far East, 305
Japan, Unbeaten Tracks in, publi-
cation, 138
Japanese capture the palace at
Seoul, 288
Jhelum river, 204, 206 ; accident
on the, 207
Johannes, 240
Johnstone, Dr., 166
Joy, Mrs., 324
Julfa, 220 ; Church Mission House
at, 224
Kaisow ss., 303
Kalakaua, King of Hawaii-nei,
ill Edinburgh, 149 ; confers the
Literary Order of Kapiolani on
Mrs. Bishop, 150
Kanzo, Uchimura, Why I became
a Christian, 328
Kapurtala, Rajah of, 210
Karachi, 204, 220
Kargil, 216
Karun River, 220
" Karun region, the Upper and
the Bakhtiari Lurs," lectures
on, 249, 252
Kashmir, 204 ; climate, 211
Kavir, or Great Salt Desert, 223
Keith, Dr., 143
Keltic, Dr. Scott, 352
Kenilworth, i
Ker, Miss Alexina, her reminis-
cences, 378
— Miss Bessie, on the ascent to
Vissoie, 173
— the Misses, 136, 175, 358, 369,
375. 38o, 389, 391
Kerbela, 201
Kerrera, sound of, 65
Keswick, Mrs., 387
Kew Gardens, 82
Khanjarak, 239
Kharzong glacier, 217
Khonnikin, 221
" Kim," 278
King, Mr., 289
Kingsley, Charles, 23
— Miss, 346, 349
Kingussie, 264
Kinnaird, Miss, 349
Gertrude, 334
— the Misses, 375, 377
Kioto, 292
Kipling, Mr., Curator of the
Museum at Lahore, 220
Kirmanshah, 221
Knapp, Mr. and Mrs., 240
Knaresborough, 7, 266, 375, 380
Knowles, Mr., 204
Knoyle Rectory, 82, 88
Kobe, 276
Kochanes, 237
Kooltapa, 231
Korea, impressions of, 276 ; in-
fluence of Japan, 277 ; worship
of demons, 282 ; character of
the settlements in Russia, 292 ;
independence declared, 294,
305 ; impressions of the land-
scape, 307 ; internal adminis-
tration, 331
— King of, declares the inde-
pendence of Korea, 294 ; re-
ceives Mrs. Bishop, 295 ; made
a prisoner, 306 ; takes refuge
in the Russian Embassy, 330
— Queen of, her characteristics,
and appearance, 295 ; mur-
dered, 306
INDEX
409
" Korea and Manchuria," address
on, 296
Korea and her Neighbours, pub-
lication, 342
Kuan-Hsien, 317
Kulla Khan, 229
Kum, 222, 224
" Kurd, The Shadow of the," 246
Kurdistan, 229
Kurds, their character, 232 ; at-
tacks on Nestorians, 233 ; de-
predations, 241
Kusamoto, Mr., 106
Kwala Kangsa, 159
Kylang, 218
Kyleakin, 56, 113
Kymg-Pok Palace, 295
LABOREE, MR., 232
Lady Eisa, the steam-yacht, 112,
H3
Lahore, 204, 219
Lahul, 218
Lambeth Palace, visit to, 267
Lang, Dr. Marshall, 374
Larut, journey from, 159
Laurence, Mr., 209, 212
— Mrs., 209, 213
Lausanne, 174, 178
Lawrence, St., church of, 146 ;
river, 33
Lawson, Andrew, 7
— Dora, 7
— Rev. John, 24, 120
— Miss Margaret, 389, 391
— Marmaduke, 7
— Rev. Marmaduke, 7
— Mrs., 7
— Professor, 70
Layard, Sir Henry, 250
Lazarief, Port, 283
Leahy \ Constable, 191
Leh, 210, 216, 217
Leisure Hour, The, papers in, 28,
49, 65, 67, 93, 94, 109, 131, 160,
266, 372
Leonard's, St., 161, 163
" Lesser Tibet," lecture on, 296
Levack, Mr., 184
Li Ping, 317 ; his system of irriga
tion works, 317 ; shrine, 318
Liau, river, 285
Liau-yang, 289
Lillingston, Miss, 175
Lismore, 56, 66
Lister, Professor, 143, 163, 172,
174
Liverpool, 275
" Livingstone Memorial," bazaar
for the erection of a college, 95,
99 ; cost, 95
Loftus, Mr., 109
London, Bishop of, 370, 378
Longfellow, H. W., visit to, 42
Lorimer, Mr., 93
— Mrs., 384
Lothian, Lord, 342
Louchon, 323
Lough, 191
Louise, Princess, 96
Low, Mr., his monkeys, 185
Lowe, Dr., 96
Lowell, Russell, 167 ; his motto,
344
Lowther, Mr., 326
Luc, St., 174, 177
Luristan, mountains of, 224
Lyall, Sir Alfred and Lady, 243,
248
MACAULAY, DR., 170
Macclesfield, 371
MacCallum, Miss, first secretary
of the Y.W.C. A., at Tobermory,
185
Macdiarmid, Mrs., 179 ; letters
from Miss Bird, 120, 147, 189,
196, 245, 356, 382 ; letters from
Miss Henrietta Bird, no, 115,
116, 132
Macdonald, Mr. Duncan, 174
— Dr. John, at Port Said, 203
— Dr., 48
— Mrs., 116, 153, 351, 356;
letters from Mrs. Bishop, 169,
170, 178, 195, 196, 202, 244,
259, 265, 359, 386
4io
INDEX
Macdonald, Miss, 254, 351, 356;
letters from Mrs. Bishop, 245,
257, 383
Macfarlane, Mr., 77
— Mrs., 77 ; her sudden death,
126
Macfie, Mr. and Mrs., receive the
King of Hawaii-nei, 150
Macgregor, Dr., 384
Mackenzie, Mr., 297
— the Misses, 92, 127, 381
Mackinnon, Hector, 356
— Mary, 199
— Nurse, 179
MacLachlan, Mr., 183
— Mrs., 183, 264
Maclean, Sir Harry de Vere, 362
— K.f 359
Maconachie, Mr., 213 ; on the
Zoji La, 2 1 5
Maidenhead, 8
Main, Dr., his hospital at Hang-
chow, 297 ; letter from Mrs.
Bishop, 382
— Mrs., on Mrs. Bishop's visit to
Hangchow, 297
Malacca, 107
Malay Peninsula, notes on the, 154
" Malay Peninsula, Sketches in,"
1 60
Malay States, 107
Malta, 332
Manchus and Chinese, hatred •
between, 289
Mando, 212, 217
Man-tze tribes, 320
"Man-tze of the Tsu-ku-Shan
mountains," papers on the, 347
Mapu, 295
Mar Shimun, the Nestorian Patri-
arch, 237
Marakesh, 361, 365
Marbishu, 233
Martyn, Henry, 4
Mary's Hospital, St., 181 ; train-
ing at, 1 86
Massachusetts, Western, 42
Masujima, Mr., 348
Matayan, 216
Mathieson, Mr. and Mrs., 266
Mathieson, Mr. James, 194
Maxwell, Dr., 179, 199
Mayo, 192
Mazagan, 361
McCarthy, Mr. Justin, 190
McDougall, Mrs., her illness, 179
McFie, Mr., 29
McGee, Dr., Bishop of Peter-
borough, 8 1
Mcllvaine, Bishop, 30 Aj
Mclvor, Mr., 204, 220
— Mrs., 220
McKendrick, Dr., 92
McLachlan, Dr., 119
McNeill, Lady Emma, 95
— Sir John, 70, 95
Meath, Lady, 379
Medical missions, addresses on,
257, 262. See Missions
Mejidieh ss., 220
Mentone, 177
Mersey, the, 29
Merttins, Sir George, 2
Middleton, Lady, her friendship
with Miss Bird, 71 ; on her
manner of speech and appear-
ance. 74 ; visit from Miss Bird,
92, 256 ; letters from her, 105,
138, 142, 146, 147, 151, 157, 161,
162, 167, 182, 196, 217, 254,
256, 345, 349, 385, 386; ac-
cession to the title, 112; con-
sideration for others, 113;
illness of her husband, 137
Milford, Mr. John, 37
— Mrs., 82
Miller, Mr., 278
Min, the, 317, 320
Minnehaha, Falls of, 42
Minnesota Territory, 42
Mirza Yusuf, 228, 231
Missions, medical, addresses on,
257, 262 ; China, advice on the
working, 336-40 ; at Amritsar,
219; Julfa, 224; Urmi, 232;
Van, 238 ; Bitlis, 240 ; Mukden,
287 ; Hangchow, 297 ; Pijong-
yang, 309; Paoning-fu, 315
INDEX
411
Mississippi river, 42 ; cruise on
the, 30
Mitchell, Dr. Murray, 143 ; at
Mentone, 177
Mitch elstown, 191
Moffat, 157
— Dr. Robert, 96
— Mr., 309
Mogador, 361, 365
Mohammerah, 220
Moir, Dr., 50, 63, 77 ; retires from
practice, 96
Mongolia ss., 275
Monkey, drunkenness of a, 185
Montgomery, Miss, 230
Monthly Review, The, articles on
Morocco, 360, 369
Montreal, 33, 35
Mooyaart, Mrs., letter from Mrs.
Bishop, 377
Morocco, impressions of, 363 ;
character of the Mohammedan
religion, 364 ; government, 364 ;
reforms, 364
— Sultan of, receives Mrs. Bishop,
362, 365
Morvern, Sound of, 127
Moule, Mr. and Mrs., 296
Mountain, Dr., Bishop of Quebec,
35
Muir, Sir William, 95, 262
Muirhead, Mr. and Mrs., 296
Mukden, 286 ; medical mission
at, 287
Mulai-el-Arbi, 368
Mull, 25, 40, 244, 265 ; isolation
of, 141
— A ballad of, 394-6
Miiller, Professor Max, 23
Murad-chai tributary, 241
Murray, Mr. John, 186, 243 ;
introduction to Miss Bird, 37 ;
publishes The Englishwoman in
America, 38 ; letters from Miss
Bird, 41, 80, 84, 90, 135, 139,
141, 165, 170, 172, 180, 191,
192, 199, 202, 251 ; his de-
cision to postpone publishing
Unbeaten Tracks in Japan, 115;
publishes The Golden Cher-
sonese, 1 60 ; his wish for a
series of articles on Ireland,
1 88 ; interest in Mrs. Bishop's
work on Persia, 251 ; his death,
258
Murray, Mr. John, 263 ; letters
from Mrs. Bishop, 251, 263, 269,
276, 277, 293, 301, 305, 320,
325, 329, 331, 333. 341
— Mrs., 38, 186, 191, 243
— Miss, her views on the slavery
question, 39
Murray's Magazine, 181, 191
Mya Panch, Commander-in-Chief ,
226
NAGASAKI, 292, 295
Nasim Bagh, 207, 214
Nature, reviews in, 85, 139
Nazareth, proposal to build a
hospital at, 187
Nelson, Mr. Thomas, 77
— Miss, 357
Nestorian heresy, exposition of,
246 ; their character, 233
Nettleship, Rev. Arthur, 146
Neve, Dr. Arthur, 204 ; on the
visit to Islamabad, 205
— Dr. Ernest, 207, 214; on the
Zoji La, 215
New Era steamer, 33
New York, 35, 42, 77, roi
New Zealand, impressions of, 79
Newchang, 285, 289
Newnham, Miss, 208
Niagara, 33, 42
Nichol, Mrs., 92
Nicholson, Dr., 163
Nikk6, 102
Ningpo, 300, 301
Norman, Rev. H. V., 290 ; mur-
dered, 290 note
North, Miss, 155
North China Daily News, 324
Nova Scotia, 29
Nugent, Mr., acts as guide to Miss
Bird, 83 ; her influence over
him, 83 ; death, 84
412
INDEX
OBAN, 51, 55, 81, 114, 168
Oliphant, Lawrence, 34
Olney, 23
Ontario, Lake, 32
O'Rourke, Murphy, 240
Osaka, 292, 303
Otago settlement, 79
" Other Missions," address on, 289
Otter, Admiral, 68
— Captain, 5 1
— Mrs., 52, 68
Ottershaw, 379
Ouse, the, 23, 82, 244, 348
Oxford, visit to, 373
PACK-KIU-MI, 280
Palmer, Mrs., 349, 350, 357, 370,
374, 378 ; letter from Mrs.
Bishop, 371
Paoning-fu, journey to, 313-5 ;
mission at, 315; Henrietta Bird
Hospital, opened at, 315, 325
Paris, 155, 178, 243
Parkes, Lady, 100, 102, 105 ; her
opinion of Dr. Bishop, 112;
death, 114
— Sir Harry, 100, 102, 105 ;
death of his wife, 114 ; at the
funeral of Henrietta Bird, 120
— Miss, 112
Parlett, Mr. Harold, 327
Paton, Lady, 95
— Sir Noel, 58, 95
Patriot, The, 46
Peiho River, 289
Peking, 290
Pentlands, the, 92
Perry, Bishop, 95, 186
Persia and Kurdistan, Journeys
in, 245 ; publication, 253 ;
reviews on, 262
" Persian Manners and Customs,"
lecture on, 253
Peterborough, 150
Peterculter, 369
Philadelphia, 42
Phillimore, Miss Lucy, on Mrs.
Bishop's advice to missionaries,
340
Photographic convention, at Cam-
bridge, 375
Photography, lessons in, 259
Pick-pocket, adventure with a,
30
Picton, 29
Pilgrimage to Mount Sinai, A, 131,
170
Pioneer, the, 56, 166
Pipe, Miss, her characteristics,
94 ; friendship with Miss Bird,
94
Pohru river, 209
Pontarlier, 178
Poole, Miss, 163, 178
Port Chalmers, 79
Port Said, 203
Portsmouth, 28
Prince Edward's Island, 28 ; im-
pressions of, 30
Pruen, Mr. and Mrs., 296
Psychological Fragment, 181
Pul-i-Wargun, 228
Purves, Mrs., 132
Pyong-Yang, 289
Pyong-yang, mission at, 309 ;
victory at, 306, 308
Quarterly Review, The, 1 39
Quebec, epidemic of cholera, 34
RAASAY, 25
Rainbow ss., 107
Rawal Pindi, 204
Rawhead hill, 1 1
Rawlinson, Sir Henry, 250
Redslob, Rev. W., 216
Reigate, 372
Reynolds, Dr., 238, 240
Richmond, African Baptist
Church service in, 43
Rio, 228
Ritchie, Dr., 168, 263, 374, 379,
387
Riviera, tour through the, 171
Roberts, Dr., 361, 368
— Sir Frederick and Lady, at
Lahore, 204
— Miss, 209
INDEX
Robertson, Mr. James, 77, 80, 101
— Mrs., 80
Robinson, Sir William, 107
Roch, St., 34
Rock island, 30
Rocky mountains, travels in, 80
Rocky Mountains, A Lady's Life
in the, publication, 109 ; second
and third editions, no, 114;
translated into French, 199
Rose, H.M.S., 65
Ross, Colonel, 220
— Dr. and Mrs., 286
— Hon. John, 34
— Mr. George, 131
Ross-shire, 25, 40
Royal Geographical Society, elec-
tion of Mrs. Bishop as a
Fellow, 265 ; opposition to
electing lady fellows, 265 note,
267
— Scottish Geographical Society,
Edinburgh, confers a fellowship
on Mrs. Bishop, 252
Royston, Bishop and Mrs., 348
Russell, Mr. T. W., 198
SAFFI, 366
Saigon, 160
Salisbury, Lord, accepts the dedi-
cation of The Yangtze Valley
and Beyond, 350 ; his appre-
ciation of the book, 351
Salt Desert, the Great, 223
— Lake City, 101
Sampson, Low & Co., Messrs., 47
San Francisco, 101
Sanders, Miss, her recollections of
St. Thomas's, 19 ; her visit
to Epping Forest, 22
Sandwich Islands, 79 ; impres-
sions of, 80
Sandwich Islands, Six Months in
the, publication, 84 ; character
of the book, 85 ; style, 86
Satow, Sir Ernest, 102, 305, 326 ;
British Minister at Peking, 358
Sawyer, Colonel, 346
— Major, his mission to Persia,
218 ; at Tihran, 223 ; charac-
teristics, 227 ; escorts Mrs.
Bishop, 224, 227 ; at Burujird,
229 ; in London, 248
Scarinish Bay, 179
Scotland, visits to, 25, 40, 45, 48
Scotsman, 139
Scottish Geographical Magazine,
255
Seaton Carew, 24 ; vicarage, 1 5 1
Seeley, Messrs., 46
Sells, Mr., 213
Seoul, 276, 277, 293, 305, 330 ;
palace at, captured by Japanese,
288 ; memorial hospital at, 325
Settrington House, 92
Shackleton, Dr. William, in charge
of the Henrietta Bird Hospital
at Paoning-fu, 315
Shamrock, H.M.S., 65
Shanghai, 101, 297, 301, 310, 323
Shao Hsing, 298
Sharban, the charvadar, 231
Shaw, Dr., 161, 163
Shayok rapids, 217
Shedd, Dr., Principal of Urmi
College, 232
Sheffield, 143 ; lectures at, 369
Shergol, 216
Shinondi, the Aino, 104
Shobunotaki, 326
Shore, Miss Constance, 386
Sialkot, 204, 219
Sierre, 177
Sieveking, Sir E., 186
Si-hing, 298
Simla, 218
Sinai, Mount, 108
Sind river, 211 ; valley, 211
Sinfu, 323
Singapore, 107, 160
Skene, Mr., 55
Skye, 25, 40, 56
Smith, Alexander, 58
— Mr. Cecil, 107
— Mr. George, 291
— General Sir Robert Murdoch,
252 ; his review of Journeys in
Persia and Kurdistan, 255
INDEX
Smith, Mrs., 80
Soglio, 155
Sona Pass, 224
Sonamarg, 211, 213
Southampton, 257
Sparrow, Lady Olivia, 23, 36
Spencer Wood, 34
Spurgeon, Mr., baptizes Mrs.
Bishop, 195
Srinagar, 204
Stanley, Dean, 114
Stephen, Sir George, 6
— Major Grant, 89
Stevenson, Miss Flora, 387
Stewart, Lady Grainger, letters
from Mrs. Bishop, 248, 352
— Sir Thomas Grainger, 50, 77,
143, 161, 168, 243, 263 ; his
obituary notice of Henrietta
Bird, 129 ; letter from Mrs.
Bishop, 344; illness, 351;
death, 352
— Mrs., 296
— Miss Grainger, her anecdote of
Miss Bird, 12
— Nancy, 29
Stock, Mr. Eugene, 205, 270, 336
Stodart, Miss, 384
Stoddart, Miss Frances, 49
Stowe, Mrs. Beecher, Uncle Tom's
Cabin, 30
Stranraer, 265
Strathglass, 88
Strongarbh Cottage, 77
Suez Canal, 202
Summers, Mr., 363, 387
Sumner, Charles Richard, 2
— John Bird, 2
— Rev. Robert, 2
— Bishop, 268
Sunday at Home, 49
— Magazine, The, 59, 60, 63
Superior, Lake, 42
Surmel valley, 242
Sutton, Dr., 220
— Mrs., 227
Swabey, Captain, 28, 29
Swatow, 290
Swatow, 296
Switzerland, 136, 155
Syrian Christians, their character,
233 » oppressions of the Kurds,
234 ; fidelity to their faith,
234, 238 ; address on the, 268
Sze-Chuan, 315
TAFILET, 360
Ta-lu, 317
Tangier, 360, 368
Taplow Hill, 2, 3 ; visit to, 13 ;
life at, 14; family prayers, 15
Tattenhall, 347 ; living of, 8
Taylor, Mrs. Howard, 387
— Lady Jane, 24, 346
— Mrs. Peter, 165
— Canon, his estimate of Islam,
221
— Mr., 359
Teignmouth, Lord and Lady, 95,
116
Temperance, views on, 184
Territet, 172
Thomas, Mrs., 52
Thomas's, St., Birmingham, 17
Thompson, Lucy, 4
— Rev. Marmaduke, 4
Thomson, Mrs., 77, 127
Thoreau, 43
Thousand Islands, 33
Thusis, 136
Tibet, British, 218 ; Western,
209, 217 ; paper on, 262
"Tibetans, Among the," papers
on, 266
Tientsin, 289
Tigris, 220
Tihran, 223
Tilail mountain, 215
Tiree, 77, 179
Tobermory, 56, 63, 64, 81, 137,
147, 150, 153, 157, 160, 166,
178 ; drunkenness in, 184 ;
Y.W.C.A., branch formed at,
185 ; cookery classes organised
at, 264 ; condition of the
people, 354
Tokio, 102, 105, 303, 305 ; or-
phanage at, 325
INDEX
Tong-hak rising, 283
Tooke, Home, 23
Toole, Mr. J. L., 197
Toronto, 31, 42
Torquay, 23
Torrance, Dr., 187
Torridon, Loch, 113
Tosh, Mr., 73
Trebizond, 229, 242
Truro, 29
Tso, General, 287 ; his defeat at
Pyong-yang, 306
Tulloch, Principal, 93
Tumen River, 292
Tunbridge Wells, 47
Turin, 155
Tyrol, 155
Tytler, Mr. Fraser, 58
UIST, NORTH, 65 ; South, 65
Ulva Cottage, 77, 127
Unbeaten Tracks in Japan, publi-
cation, 138 ; reviews, 139 ; new
edition, 168
United States, tour in, 42 ; re-
ligious meetings, 43
United States, Aspects of Religion
in the, notes on, 45 ; publica-
tion, 47
Urmi, 229, 231 ; missionary work
in, 232
Usman Shah, 212
Ussuri, 292
VALLA Y, 65
Van, 233, 238 ; American Mission
House at, 238
Vancouver's Island, 276
Verney, Rev. the Hon. Walter R.,
146
Victoria, Queen, her power of
bearing cold, 145 ; visit to
Edinburgh Infirmary, 150;
receives Mrs. Bishop, 267 ;
funeral, 361
Virginia, 42
Vissoie, 173
Vladivostock, 291
Volga ss., 1 06
WJEBER, MR., 332
Waller, Mr. Horace, 95
Walshe, Rev. W. Gilbert, on Mrs.
Bishop's visit to Shao-Hsing,
298-301
Wan-Hsien, 312
Warburton, Dr., 210
Washington, 42
— George, 42
Waterford, 191
Wazam, 360, 367
Wedderburn, Miss, 296
Wei-hai-wei, fall of, 305
Wells, Major, 224
Westbury, 161, 180
" Where are the Women ? " ad-
dress on, 374
Whittier, his lines on the " Eternal
Gate," 385
Whyte, Dr., 204, 384 ; Scripture
Characters, 389
Wilberforce, Judith, I
— Robert, 3
— William, 3, 14
— Canon, 257
Wilkinson, Mr., 102, 284
Williams, Rev. E. O., 315
Williamson, Mrs., 376, 390
WiUing Park, 262
Willoughby, Hon. Mrs., 95 ;
letters from Miss Bird, 71-3, 87,
88, 90, 99 ; at Franzensbad,
89
Wilson, Dr. J. H., his death and
funeral, 383 ; his Life of Robert
S. Candlish, 145
Winchester, Bishop of, 27, 65
— School, lecture at, 373
Winton, 92
Wisconsin, 42
Wolff, Sir Henry Drummond, 223,
224
Wolverton, Lord, 23
Women Writers, annual dinner,
357
Wong, 278, 285, 290
Wonson, Eastern treaty port of,
280, 283
Wright, Dr., 163
416 INDEX
Wukingfu, 297 Yi-Hak-In, Mr., 306
Wylie, Mr., murdered, 289 Yokohama, 101, 276
Wyton, 348 ; living of, 23 York, missionary meeting at, 257
Young Women's Christian Asso-
YANGTZE, 296 ; voyage up the, ciation, branch at Tobermory,
310 185 ; course of addresses given
Yangtze Valley and Beyond, 310; to, 200; series of practical
illustrations, 326 ; dedicated to " Talks," 265
Lord Salisbury, 350 ; publica- Yumoto, sulphur-baths at, 326
tion, 351
Yezd, 226 ZARKTAN CASTLE, 363
Yezo, 102 Zoji La, 214
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